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Clash Of Love - S.J

P: Gryffindor!Jake x fem!reader

Trope: Sports Romance

Warnings: teasing, angst, confidence issues, hurt/comfort, Fluff.

Synopsis: You never cared for Quidditch until you became your house’s top Seeker and caught the attention of Jake, the new Gryffindor Seeker.

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You never really cared much for Quidditch. Sure, you’d played it growing up—your father made sure of that. As a former Beater during his own Hogwarts days, he always had high hopes that you'd follow in his footsteps, maybe even outshine him on the pitch. But while you could fly circles around other kids and hit a Bludger with unnerving precision, the game just never sparked that fire in you. It was fun, yes, but it wasn’t your dream.

When you finally got your letter to Hogwarts, all you wanted was a normal experience. You imagined spending your time exploring the castle, making friends, and learning magic—without the pressure of Quidditch hanging over your head. No dodging Bludgers, no chasing Quaffles, no frantic races after the Golden Snitch. Just a regular student life, something your father didn’t quite understand.

But as soon as your teachers saw you on a broom, any hope of staying out of Quidditch vanished. Your speed, your natural talent—it didn’t go unnoticed. They didn’t just ask you to join the team; they practically insisted. And not as a Beater like your dad, but as a Seeker.

When you came home that winter break and told your father the news, you could practically see the stars in his eyes. He beamed with pride, his excitement so infectious. The Firebolt he gave you the next day was the final touch, a gesture that said everything you couldn't: that you were in this now, whether you wanted to be or not.

And there were so many moments when you wanted to quit. The pressure, the expectation, the weight of it all—it nearly crushed you. But every time you thought about walking away, something held you back. Maybe it was the look of pride in your dad’s eyes. Maybe it was the teammates who’d started counting on you. Maybe it was something in you that couldn’t bear to let it all go.

Whatever it was, you stayed.

As the weeks passed, you started winning match after match, your broom slicing through the air with precision and speed that shocked even the most seasoned players. It didn’t take long before people began to notice—really notice. With every match, your name was whispered a little louder in the corridors, echoing through common rooms and the Great Hall. None of the teams stood a chance when you were on the pitch.

Your team celebrated, of course. Your captain clapped you on the back, your teammates threw their arms around your shoulders, chanting your name after every victory. And yet, there was something strange about it all, something you couldn't quite shake. It wasn’t just your house that knew who you were anymore. People you’d never spoken to started calling your name in the hallways. You’d catch bits of conversations as you passed: “That’s her! The Seeker from the last match, remember?” or “I heard she caught the Snitch in under ten minutes.”

At first, it seemed harmless—just excited students sharing in the school’s newfound pride in your victories. But soon, it became more than that. People you didn’t know were stopping you on your way to class, congratulating you, or worse—asking for tips, advice, even autographs. You’d never been the kind of person to seek out attention, and now it was coming from every direction, like a tidal wave you hadn’t expected.

You tried to keep your head down, but it felt impossible. Everywhere you went, you heard your name. In the library, you caught people staring at you from behind piles of books. In the common room, whispers followed you when you walked past. Even in Potions class, you felt eyes burning into the back of your head.

It was… unsettling, to say the least. The fame, the attention—it was all so far from what you'd wanted when you first came to Hogwarts. You wanted to blend in, to have a normal experience, to learn magic like everyone else. Now, you were anything but invisible.

The more matches you won, the louder the buzz around you grew. It became nearly impossible to go anywhere without someone mentioning your name, like you’d somehow become a part of the school’s everyday conversation. Every win cemented your place as the top Seeker of the year. Rival houses hated how unstoppable you were on the pitch; even their Seekers seemed resigned to defeat before the matches even started.

Your victories were all anyone could talk about. "Have you seen her fly? It’s like she's born on a broom," they’d say. Or, "No one’s caught the Snitch that fast in years."

It was overwhelming, and though you tried to ignore it, the fame clung to you like a second skin. You started timing your walks to class to avoid the busiest corridors, taking the long way around the castle just to get some peace. But even that didn’t help much. People still recognized you. Some would smile or nod in respect, while others were bolder, stopping you mid-stride with wide eyes and questions about your technique, as if you were some sort of Quidditch oracle.

One afternoon, you were rushing to Herbology when a group of second-years ran up, their robes flapping as they tried to keep pace with you.

"You're the Seeker, right?" one of them asked breathlessly, like they'd been working up the courage to approach you all day.

You nodded, giving a tight-lipped smile, hoping they'd move on. They didn’t.

“Can you show us how you do that dive? The one you used in the last match?” another chimed in, eyes wide with awe.

You managed to mutter something about practice and waved them off as politely as you could, but as they scampered away, you felt an unease settle in your chest. You weren’t used to this kind of attention. Being recognized in passing was one thing, but now people were acting like you were some kind of Quidditch legend—and you weren’t even halfway through the season.

The weight of their expectations began to creep in. Every match you played, every Snitch you caught, you felt it growing, pressing down on you. People expected you to be perfect. To win. Every. Single. Time.

And the truth was, you were good—really good. But what if that changed? What if, in one match, you didn’t catch the Snitch? What if you made a mistake?

The fear of letting people down was starting to feel heavier than the broom you flew. And no one seemed to notice the way your shoulders sagged under it all, not even your friends. To them, you were thriving—so why would they think otherwise?

Even your father couldn’t stop talking about you. When you wrote home, all he wanted to know was how many matches you’d won and what the other teams were like. He’d send letters full of praise, bursting with pride at your accomplishments, never realizing that every word only tightened the knot in your chest.

One evening after practice, you sat by the Black Lake, the still water reflecting the darkening sky. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe. Away from the crowds, away from the questions and the eyes following your every move, you were just you again. No Quidditch star. No Seeker. Just… you.

But even then, a thought gnawed at the back of your mind. How long could you keep this up? How much longer could you carry the weight of everyone else’s dreams on your shoulders when it was never really your dream to begin with?

The pressure built, but instead of backing down, you threw yourself into Quidditch even harder. It wasn’t enough just to be good anymore—you had to be better. Better than the other Seekers. Better than the expectations people had placed on you. Better than the doubt that gnawed at you every time you felt the weight of a hundred eyes on you, waiting for you to catch the Snitch like it was your destiny.

Practice became your escape. Out on the pitch, you weren’t the person everyone whispered about in the hallways; you were just a player, one among a team of friends who didn’t treat you like some Quidditch prodigy. They were focused on their own roles, their own goals. No one stared at you or asked for advice. No one analyzed your every move. They just let you be. It was freeing in a way that nothing else was.

And so, you pushed yourself. Harder. Faster. Each practice, you flew like your life depended on it, the wind howling in your ears as you whipped through the air. The faster you went, the more the tears would prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, telling yourself it was only the wind, nothing more. You needed to be faster. You needed to be stronger.

You would be the best.

It wasn’t enough to just catch the Snitch anymore. Now, you had to catch it quicker, cleaner. Every dive had to be sharper, every turn more precise. With each lap around the pitch, you forced yourself to go faster, to fly closer to the ground, to flirt with danger in a way that left your heart pounding against your ribs.

There was no time to second-guess, no room for mistakes. You chased perfection with a single-minded focus, and when your muscles screamed from the effort, when your lungs burned, you pushed through it. You had to. Anything less felt like failure.

Sometimes, after practice, you’d find yourself sitting on your broom long after the others had left, staring out over the empty pitch as the sun dipped below the horizon. Your teammates, who were also your friends, didn’t question it. They didn’t ask if you were okay or wonder why you stayed behind. They gave you space, and for that, you were grateful. They didn’t treat you like the school’s golden Seeker, didn’t put you on a pedestal. To them, you were just you, and that small freedom meant more than they could know.

In those moments, you could breathe. There were no expectations, no pressure. Just you and the broom, hovering above the ground in the fading light. You would close your eyes, feel the wind cool against your skin, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared.

But the moment always ended. And when it did, the weight of it all came crashing back. You’d grip the handle of your Firebolt a little tighter, the reminder sinking in: you weren’t just doing this for yourself anymore. You couldn’t afford to slip, to falter.

You had to be perfect. Because in a world where everyone already saw you that way, anything less wasn’t good enough.

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The news came on a cold Friday afternoon, whispered through the corridors of Hogwarts like wildfire. Gryffindor had found a new Seeker. You had heard it first from some Ravenclaws in your Charms class, who were chatting excitedly as you passed by. At first, you hadn’t paid it much attention—every house was always talking up their players, hoping their team would be the one to dethrone the reigning champion. But then, as you overheard more and more conversations, your curiosity piqued.

It wasn’t just any new Seeker. This one had apparently caught the Snitch in a time scarily close to your own record—one you had held for years.

At first, you felt a flicker of intrigue. Could it be true? Someone as fast as you? It was hard to believe, but there was a small part of you that wanted to see for yourself. Someone who could give you a real challenge, a test worthy of your skills. You didn’t mind the thought—competition was normal, after all. Maybe even welcome.

But then the unease crept in. The more you heard, the more you realized this wasn’t just hype. People were really talking about this Gryffindor Seeker. They were comparing him to you. And suddenly, that flicker of intrigue twisted into something colder, something heavier.

Fear.

You didn’t let it show, though. You kept your face neutral, acting as though the news didn’t faze you in the slightest. But inside, your heart was pounding. After all the time and effort you’d spent, all the pressure to stay on top—now, there was someone else. Someone who could take that from you.

When Gryffindor’s next match came around, you knew you had to see him for yourself. You arrived early, blending into the sea of students in the stands, hoping no one would notice you. But as the teams took the field and the match began, all your focus honed in on the new Seeker.

The first time you saw him in action, your stomach twisted. He flew with a kind of reckless grace, weaving between players, eyes locked on the sky. And when he took off in a burst of speed to chase after the Snitch, you felt a chill crawl up your spine.

He was fast.

Too fast.

It was almost like watching yourself out there, but from the outside. The way he flew—the sharp turns, the sudden bursts of speed—it was disturbingly familiar. And when he finally closed in on the Snitch, catching it just before the other Seeker even realized it was in play, you felt something cold settle deep in your chest.

This couldn’t be happening.

For the first time in a long while, doubt began to creep in. What if you weren’t the best anymore? What if this new Seeker was faster, sharper, better than you?

You tried to shake it off as the crowd erupted in cheers, Gryffindor celebrating their victory. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thoughts away, the image of that Seeker—flying at speeds that almost rivaled yours—stuck in your mind.

The cold feeling lingered, gnawing at the edges of your confidence.

This couldn’t be. You had worked too hard, pushed yourself too far. You weren’t about to let someone take your place.

Not now. Not ever.

Gryffindor’s win was explosive, their cheers carrying across the pitch as their team gathered in celebration. But you barely heard it over the sound of your own thoughts. The new Seeker had been good—too good. And now, with the match over and your curiosity far from satisfied, you found yourself walking toward the players’ tent, driven by a need to see him up close, to size up the competition for yourself.

The other players, still buzzing with adrenaline from the game, spotted you as you approached, and a ripple of excitement passed through them. One good thing about being you—respected, almost revered by your peers—was that they always welcomed you, no matter the house. The Gryffindor team, flushed from their victory, greeted you with open arms, grins wide and unguarded.

“Hey! Y/N!” one of them called, clapping you on the back like an old friend.

They let you pass easily, no one questioning why you were there or what you wanted. But you weren’t there for them. You were there for him.

As you made your way deeper into the tent, you spotted him almost immediately. He had his back turned to you, his posture relaxed as he spoke animatedly with two other Gryffindors. You paused for a moment, taking him in from a distance. Taller than you, broader too, though not intimidatingly so. Something about the way he carried himself seemed effortless, like flying had always come easy to him.

You took a breath, then approached. “Excuse me,” you said, your voice steady, though your pulse quickened.

The two guys he was talking to noticed you first, their faces lighting up in recognition. “Y/N!” one of them exclaimed, “Hey, come meet our new Seeker!”

At that, the Gryffindor Seeker—Sim Jaeyun, you reminded yourself—turned around, and for a split second, you felt your breath catch.

Shit.

Up close, he was even more striking than you had expected. His black hair fell into loose curls that framed a face almost annoyingly perfect. Sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and a smile so wide and genuine it made you feel, for just a heartbeat, completely disarmed. It was the kind of smile that hit you like a bludger—out of nowhere and hard.

“So, you’re the new Seeker of Gryffindor,” you said, forcing yourself to remain composed, though your eyes couldn’t help but quickly glance him up and down. He was tall, athletic, and clearly skilled—he had proven that on the pitch—but now, standing in front of you, there was something more to him. Something that made you both intrigued and annoyed at the same time.

“You’ve already made quite a name for yourself,” you added, trying to sound casual, though your mind was racing.

Jaeyun’s grin only widened, and it was the biggest, warmest smile you had ever been given by anyone. His whole face lit up with it, and suddenly, he didn’t seem like a rival Seeker. He just seemed… charming.

“Yeah, that’s me! Pleasure to meet you!” His voice had a lively, easygoing tone, and it threw you off balance for a moment.

“Y/N, this is Sim Jaeyun!” one of the other guys said, slinging an arm around Jaeyun’s shoulder with a grin. “But—oh, please! Call me Jake,” Jaeyun—or Jake—chimed in with a laugh, shaking his head at his friend’s formality.

You blinked, trying to collect yourself. His energy was so different from what you had imagined—a fierce, competitive rival on the pitch, but off it, he was almost… friendly? “Pleasure to be acquainted with you, Jake,” you said, though it came out a bit more formal than you had intended.

Jake laughed again, and you couldn’t help but notice how his smile seemed to make everyone around him more relaxed. “Likewise, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he added, his sharp eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

For a moment, you were caught off guard. It wasn’t often you met someone who could match your skill and still be so disarmingly kind. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. You had come here expecting to face a rival, someone to challenge—but instead, you found someone with a charm and warmth that made it impossible to feel threatened.

But still, beneath the surface of his friendly exterior, you knew. He was fast. He was talented. And if you weren’t careful, he’d be gunning for your spot as the best Seeker in no time.

Not if I can help it, you thought, shaking off the brief spell his charisma had cast over you. You weren’t going to let anyone take your place—not even Jake.

The moment stretched on longer than you had expected, Jake's easygoing grin still lighting up his face as if this whole interaction was nothing more than two friends meeting after a match. You knew better. He wasn’t just any Seeker—he was the one who had come dangerously close to your record, and the look in his eyes told you that he was very aware of it, even if he wasn’t saying it out loud.

But despite the friendly atmosphere, that cold feeling from earlier began to creep back. This wasn’t just a casual meeting for you. You could feel the quiet tension lingering beneath the surface. You were sizing him up, and if Jake was smart, he was doing the same to you.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you too,” you finally said, your voice smooth, though your pulse quickened. “Your reputation’s spreading fast, especially after today’s match. Almost as fast as you.”

Jake chuckled at that, running a hand through his curls, clearly unfazed by the hint of competition in your words. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said with a wink. “Though, to be honest, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do if I’m going to reach your level.”

The way he said it—so nonchalant, so effortless—it almost sounded like he wasn’t worried about whether he’d catch up. Like he knew he would.

That unsettled you.

One of the other Gryffindor players chimed in, clapping Jake on the back. “Jake’s a natural, isn’t he? First year on the team and already flying like he’s been doing it for ages. Honestly, Y/N, you’ve got some real competition now!”

You forced a smile, though the words hit harder than you’d like to admit. Real competition. You weren’t used to hearing that. For years, you’d been the best, the Seeker everyone feared on the pitch. And now, here he was—Sim Jaeyun, or Jake, as he insisted—taking away the certainty that you’d built your reputation on.

But you weren’t about to let that show. You gave Jake a once-over again, trying to push aside the nagging feeling in your gut. “I guess we’ll see about that in the next match,” you said, your tone calm but with an edge, a challenge hidden just beneath the surface.

Jake’s smile didn’t waver. In fact, it grew. “Looking forward to it,” he said with a glint of excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t backing down. If anything, he seemed even more eager now that he had your attention.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that—he was disarming in a way that threw you off balance, his energy infectious but his confidence quietly unnerving. You could already feel the weight of the next match looming over you, the pressure to not just win, but to prove you were still the best.

The conversation shifted, the Gryffindor players talking about the match and making plans for the evening, but you remained quiet, your mind buzzing with thoughts of Jake’s flying, of the way he had zipped through the air like a blur, almost matching your own speed.

Soon enough, Jake turned back to you, his smile still easy but his gaze sharper now, as if he sensed your inner conflict. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Y/N,” he said, his voice light but carrying a weight beneath the playful tone. “I think we’re going to have some fun this season.”

There was that competitive gleam again, the unspoken promise that he wasn’t just here to be a friendly face—he was here to win, to challenge you.

You met his gaze head-on, your resolve hardening. “You’d better,” you replied, your voice even. “Because I’m not slowing down.”

Jake’s grin widened, but there was a spark of respect in his eyes now, like he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for either of you. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you knew that too.

As you finally turned to leave, your thoughts were racing faster than any broom could carry you. You had come to see who this new Seeker was, and now that you had, the reality was far more complicated than you had anticipated. Jake wasn’t just fast or skilled—he was good. He had the talent, the confidence, and, worst of all, the kind of charisma that made people want to root for him.

But you weren’t about to let that stop you. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you. You’d push yourself harder, faster—just like you had always done. The cold feeling from before was still there, but now it was mixed with something else: determination.

Because one thing was clear—you were going to show Jake, and everyone else, that you weren’t just the best Seeker. You were untouchable.

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The gossip spread through the school like wildfire. At first, it was the usual chatter—students making bets on who would be faster, who would catch the Snitch first in the inevitable showdown between you and Jake. Some people swore you’d remain untouchable, while others were eager to see the new Seeker take you down. But then, somewhere along the way, the talk shifted.

Suddenly, it wasn’t just about Quidditch. People started to whisper about you and Jake—not as rivals, but as something else.

“Did you hear? I bet they end up together,” you overheard one Hufflepuff girl whisper as you walked past in the corridor.

“Yeah, they’re totally going to be a couple. It’s obvious,” her friend replied.

You had almost tripped over your own feet when you heard that. A couple? You and Jake? The thought repulsed you. The idea of being linked to him—no matter how talented he was on the pitch—was absurd. Sure, he was good-looking, you couldn't deny that. And yeah, he had a killer smile, one that made people gravitate toward him, but that didn’t mean anything.

Right?

But the rumors didn’t stop. In fact, they got worse. Students from every house seemed to be talking about you and Jake as if it were some kind of inevitable future. Gryffindor girls teased you whenever they saw you, smirking knowingly as they passed. Slytherins, gave you sly looks whenever Jake’s name came up.

It was infuriating. You were rivals, not some star-crossed lovers from a romance novel. You would never, ever, be a couple with Jake. No matter how handsome he was, with his curls falling perfectly around his face. Or how funny he could be, always able to crack a joke and light up a room with that easygoing laugh of his. Or how humble he acted, even when people praised him endlessly for his skills. Or how smart—

Bloody hell.

You found yourself staring at him again during class. Jake was sitting a few seats ahead of you, casually taking notes, completely unaware that half the school had decided you two were destined to be Hogwarts’ next “it” couple. His brows were furrowed slightly as he focused on the lesson, his quill gliding smoothly across the parchment. He caught something funny that one of his friends had whispered to him, and for a moment, that grin spread across his face again, lighting up his features like the sun breaking through the clouds.

You quickly looked away, feeling your face flush.

Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to be with Jake, you found yourself thinking, much to your horror. You shook your head, trying to clear the thought. No. Absolutely not.

But no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the idea lingered in the back of your mind, gnawing at you. You hated it. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about Jake like that. He was your competition, not your… whatever the hell your brain was trying to make him.

It didn’t help that every time you crossed paths, Jake seemed completely oblivious to the rumors. He treated you exactly the same as he always had—friendly, easygoing, with just enough competitive fire to keep you on edge. It was maddening how unaffected he was by it all, as if the idea of you two being together hadn’t even crossed his mind.

But then again, why would it? You were his rival, after all. Nothing more.

Right?

Still, as the whispers grew louder and the school buzzed with anticipation for the next Quidditch match, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing—both on and off the pitch. Jake was everywhere now, not just in your thoughts, but in the eyes of everyone around you.

And as much as you tried to fight it, part of you was starting to wonder what it would be like if—just if—those whispers turned out to be true.

☆

The day of the Gryffindor versus your house match loomed closer, and with it, the tension between you and Jake shifted in a way that you hadn’t expected. The usual competitive energy was still there, but now, it came with something else—something lighter, sharper, and far more confusing.

It started with small things. During Quidditch practice, when you’d see Jake flying laps around the pitch, you’d catch him looking your way. Not with the intense, focused gaze of a rival, but with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Every time your eyes met, he’d give a little wave or throw in a wink, as if daring you to react.

You ignored it at first, brushing it off as Jake just being his usual, annoyingly charming self. But then, during one particularly windy afternoon, as you were heading off the pitch after practice, he caught up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake called, jogging lightly to match your stride. You could feel him watching you out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t slow down.

“What do you want, Sim?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

He just laughed, his voice light and teasing. “Sim? Ouch. No more ‘Jake’? I thought we were getting past formalities.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile pulling at your lips. “What’s the matter? Worried I’m not going to give you a nickname during the match when I beat you?”

“Oh, if you beat me, I’ll be sure to remember that,” he shot back, stepping in front of you to block your path, that signature grin of his firmly in place. There was a playful glint in his eyes now, something far more mischievous than you’d seen before. He wasn’t backing down, and for some reason, that sent a thrill through you.

“You know,” Jake continued, leaning in just slightly, “I’ve been thinking… We should make this match a bit more interesting.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. “Interesting how?”

He grinned wider, his eyes twinkling. “How about a bet?”

“A bet?” You crossed your arms, skeptical but curious. “What kind of bet?”

Jake shrugged, casually tossing his broom over his shoulder, all smooth confidence. “If I catch the Snitch before you, you have to buy me butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. If you win, I’ll buy for you.”

You blinked at him, your brain scrambling to catch up with his sudden challenge. He wasn’t even trying to hide the flirtatious edge to his voice anymore, and for a moment, you wondered if this was all just part of his game—an attempt to throw you off before the match. But the warmth in his gaze made it hard to believe he had any ulterior motives.

“And what happens if neither of us catches it?” you asked, playing along despite yourself.

Jake tilted his head, pretending to think for a moment before flashing you another one of his disarming smiles. “Well, I guess we’ll both have to buy each other butterbeer then. Double the fun, right?”

You snorted, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Jake said with a shrug, “but you’re smiling.”

He was right, and that annoyed you. You weren’t supposed to be getting swept up in his charm. But there was something about the way Jake acted—confident but not cocky, playful but never disrespectful—that made it hard to stay distant. He was more than just competition. He was fun, and that made him dangerous in a way you hadn’t expected.

As the days passed and the match approached, the tension between you two only intensified—but not in the usual way. It wasn’t the fierce, almost icy rivalry you were used to. Instead, it became a back-and-forth exchange of smirks, teasing glances, and playful banter. You’d pass each other in the halls, and he’d nudge your shoulder just enough to get your attention.

“Better watch out, Y/N,” he’d whisper as you brushed past each other. “I’m coming for that Snitch.”

“Good luck catching it from behind me,” you’d retort, not missing a beat, though you could feel your heart race a little faster each time you saw that knowing grin on his face.

Even your friends started to notice. “What’s up with you and Jake?” one of your teammates asked one day after practice. “It’s like you’re flirting more than you’re actually preparing for the match.”

You scoffed, but there was no denying it now. Something had changed between you and Jake, and it wasn’t just competition anymore. It was the way he’d linger near you in the corridors, the way his smile seemed to linger in your thoughts long after you’d parted ways.

As the night before the match arrived, you found yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts circling back to him. The tension between you had shifted into something neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge fully, but it was there—thrumming beneath the surface like a secret only the two of you shared.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, you thought to yourself, your heart beating just a little faster at the memory of his smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad at all.

The next morning, the air around the school buzzed with a palpable energy. Everyone was talking about the match, students from every house excitedly debating who would win—your team or Gryffindor. The anticipation had reached a fever pitch, and the whispers that had been trailing you and Jake only fueled the hype.

But unlike everyone else, you were calm. Strangely so. While your teammates were buzzing with nervous energy, checking and re-checking their gear, you felt a quiet confidence settle over you. It wasn’t arrogance, it was just a feeling deep in your gut. Today, you were going to win. You didn’t know why you felt so sure, but something in you was certain of it.

As you made your way to breakfast, the hallways were packed with students already wearing their house colors, chanting and hyping each other up. “Y/N, you’ve got this!” a group of first-years called out as you passed, their faces lit up with excitement.

You waved them off with a small smile, though inside, the quiet confidence remained. You knew what you had to do. All that was left was to get through the day.

The hours in class crawled by. You barely registered the lessons, your mind already on the pitch. And you weren’t alone. Every time you looked around, your classmates were whispering about the match, scribbling notes to each other instead of paying attention to the professors.

At one point, you overheard some students talking about how a few of the more ambitious witches and wizards had tried to speed up time. Of course, they had failed—or so the rumors went. Some were said to have gotten caught by the professors, earning themselves detentions for their impatience. Others claimed that someone had actually managed to slow down time instead, making the wait for the match feel even longer.

You chuckled to yourself at the absurdity of it all. As if magic could bend time just because a few students were too eager to see a Quidditch match. Then again, it was Hogwarts. Stranger things had happened.

By the time your last class of the day rolled around, you could feel the collective restlessness in the air. Even the professors seemed to have given up on trying to get anyone to focus. They were just as eager for the match, though they kept a better poker face than the students. You tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to keep your cool, while around you, classmates fidgeted impatiently.

It didn’t help that Jake sat a few rows ahead of you, completely unfazed by the chaos. Every now and then, he’d glance back over his shoulder, his eyes finding yours with that same playful glint they always held. He gave you a small nod, his lips twitching into a half-smile as if to say, Ready?

You just raised an eyebrow in response. You weren’t about to let him see how his presence still unnerved you, even if just a little.

As the final bell rang, the halls erupted with noise, students rushing out to claim their seats at the Quidditch pitch. Your teammates were already gathering, the excitement palpable as they met in the common room to head down together. But you hung back for a moment, feeling that strange calm wash over you again.

“Y/N, you coming?” one of your teammates called out, already halfway to the door.

“Yeah,” you replied, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the pitch was surreal, a sea of students flowing toward the stands, their voices a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The sky above was a perfect, crisp blue—ideal flying conditions. As you approached the pitch, your eyes swept across the expanse, the stands packed with students wearing their house colors, banners waving, chants growing louder by the second.

Your teammates huddled up in the locker room, each of them vibrating with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. But you, once again, felt steady. Sure. The game plan ran through your mind like clockwork, and every instinct told you that today was your day.

As you grabbed your broom and headed toward the field, a Gryffindor player brushed past you on their way out. “Hope you’re ready, Y/N,” they said with a grin. “Jake’s been talking all week about how he’s going to beat you.”

You smirked, giving a casual shrug. “We’ll see about that.”

When you finally stepped out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd hit you like a wave. The noise was deafening, chants from all four houses echoing in the air as they cheered for their teams. Your eyes immediately sought out Jake across the field. There he was, standing tall with his broom in hand, his Gryffindor teammates huddled around him.

He caught your gaze and, even from a distance, gave you that familiar smile—one that was far too confident for your liking. But instead of feeling rattled, you felt… excited. You were ready.

The two of you would face off soon, and no matter what people were saying, no matter how much they wanted to pit you two against each other in more ways than one, this was still about Quidditch. It was still about winning. And today, you were going to prove, once and for all, who the best Seeker was.

The whistle blew, and you mounted your broom, ready for whatever came next.

The roar of the crowd surged as the whistle echoed across the pitch. You felt the vibration of the noise in your chest, but your heart remained steady, your mind focused. You gripped your broom, the familiar feel of the handle beneath your fingers grounding you as you kicked off the ground and shot into the sky.

The wind whipped past your face as you climbed higher, scanning the pitch for the glint of gold. Below, the game had already begun, the Chasers from both teams darting back and forth, the Bludgers zipping through the air, but your focus was elsewhere. The Snitch. That was all that mattered.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake rise up beside you, his broom slicing through the air with practiced ease. He glanced over, flashing you that same confident grin he always wore. “Ready for this?” he shouted over the wind.

“Always,” you called back, smirking despite yourself. You weren’t about to let him get inside your head—not today.

The game below intensified, but up here, it was just you and Jake. The crowd's cheers faded into background noise, replaced by the steady beat of your heart and the hum of your broom. You could feel the tension between you two, not just the competitive edge but that other kind of tension—the one that had been building ever since the rumors started.

But none of that mattered right now. Not when you were both hunting for the Snitch, eyes sharp and hands steady.

Suddenly, a flash of gold appeared near the Gryffindor goalposts, darting in and out of sight. Without thinking, you leaned forward, your broom responding instantly as you shot toward it. Jake was right beside you, moving just as fast, his focus as intense as yours.

The two of you raced through the air, neck and neck, weaving through the other players like they weren’t even there. Your speed increased, the wind biting at your face, but you blinked away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You could see the Snitch now, clear as day, hovering just ahead, and you pushed yourself harder, faster.

Jake was right beside you, his presence impossible to ignore. He was fast, maybe even faster than you’d expected, but you weren’t about to let him beat you. Not today.

The Snitch zigzagged in front of you, leading you on a dizzying chase, but you kept your eyes locked on it, blocking out everything else. Jake’s broom edged closer to yours, the two of you flying so close you could almost feel the heat of his body next to yours.

“Not bad, Y/N,” Jake called out, his voice laced with amusement. “But I’ve got this.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to be distracted. “We’ll see about that.”

In that split second, the Snitch made a sharp turn, darting toward the opposite end of the pitch. You reacted instantly, pulling your broom into a steep dive. Jake followed, the two of you plummeting toward the ground at breakneck speed. The crowd gasped, but you didn’t hear it. All you could hear was the wind rushing past your ears and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

The Snitch was just out of reach now, taunting you as it danced in the air. You reached out, fingers brushing against the cold metal wings, but just as you were about to close your hand around it, Jake’s broom nudged yours, ever so slightly. It wasn’t enough to throw you off completely, but it was enough to make you miss.

“Dammit!” you hissed under your breath, shooting Jake a glare as he grinned at you.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” he teased, his voice light and playful.

You didn’t respond, your focus already back on the Snitch. It darted up again, back toward the clouds, and you followed, Jake right on your tail. This time, though, you didn’t hold back. You pushed yourself harder, faster, the familiar burn of effort spreading through your muscles as you leaned into the speed.

Jake was good—maybe even as good as you—but this was your game, your win. You weren’t going to let him take this from you.

The Snitch hovered just ahead, and with one final burst of speed, you reached out, your fingers closing around the cool, fluttering metal.

The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and the roar of the crowd hit you all at once, louder than ever. You barely registered it, your chest heaving as you clutched the Snitch in your hand, the golden wings still fluttering feebly against your palm.

You won.

As you landed, your teammates swarmed you, cheering and shouting in celebration. You barely had time to catch your breath before someone threw their arms around you, congratulating you on another victory. But through the chaos, your eyes found Jake, still hovering in the air, watching you with a mixture of disappointment and… admiration?

He flew down to meet you, dismounting his broom with that same easy grace he always had. Despite the loss, there was no malice in his eyes. In fact, he looked impressed.

“Well played, Y/N,” Jake said as he approached, his tone light, but there was a hint of something else in his voice—respect, maybe. Or something more.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied, unable to resist the smile pulling at your lips.

Jake grinned, his dark eyes glinting with that familiar playful edge. “Guess I owe you a butterbeer then, huh?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Guess so.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade. The crowd, the cheers, the match—it all became background noise as you stood there with Jake, the tension between you no longer just competitive but something else entirely.

“Next time, though,” Jake said, stepping closer, “I’m not going easy on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the closeness, the subtle challenge in his voice. “You think today was easy?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Jake’s grin widened. “Maybe a little.” Then, with a wink, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, the Snitch still in your hand and your heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the match.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, you thought, watching him disappear into the crowd.

☆

In the days following the match, the chatter around the school only intensified. The usual post-game buzz had, of course, shifted—sure, people still talked about how you caught the Snitch in record time, securing the win for your house, but more and more of the gossip was about you and Jake.

It was as if your rivalry had evolved into something far more entertaining for everyone. The whispers were relentless: Y/N and Jake? Power couple of the year! Did you see how he was looking at her? I bet they're together already!

At first, you brushed it off. You had no intention of letting a few baseless rumors bother you. You and Jake were just… well, rivals. Nothing more. But the more you ignored it, the bolder Jake seemed to become. And soon, it was impossible to deny that he was aware of the gossip, and what’s worse—he was leaning into it.

Jake was everywhere. Between classes, in the corridors, during meals in the Great Hall, and even after Quidditch practice, he found a way to insert himself into your day. At first, it was subtle—catching your eye from across the room, a quick smirk, or a teasing comment thrown your way as he walked past. But it quickly escalated. He was more flirty, more playful, and bolder with each passing day.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the library, attempting to study for your next Transfiguration exam. The room was quiet, students scattered at various tables, all hunched over books and parchment. You were deep in your notes when, out of nowhere, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Studying hard, I see.”

You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. Jake slid into the chair across from you, his usual easy grin plastered on his face, like he had all the time in the world.

“Do you mind?” you asked, half-annoyed but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at your lips. “Some of us actually have exams to prepare for.”

Jake leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. “You’re always so focused. Thought I’d give you a break.” He glanced at your open textbook, then back at you. “You could use one.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the way your heart sped up just a little. He was getting too comfortable around you, and the worst part was that you didn’t entirely hate it. “I don’t need a break, Jake. I need to pass this exam.”

“C’mon,” he said, leaning forward on his elbows, his gaze locking with yours. “Even the best need a breather now and then.”

It wasn’t just his words—it was the way he was looking at you, his eyes sharp yet playful, like he knew exactly what he was doing. He was more than just friendly now. There was a boldness in his tone, a clear intent behind his actions, and you were starting to see it for what it was: he was trying to fit into your life, little by little.

“Jake…” you began, but he cut you off with a grin.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard the rumors,” he said, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. “About us.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. “Of course I’ve heard them,” you muttered, pretending to go back to your notes. “It’s all anyone talks about.”

“And?” he pressed, leaning in even closer now, his face inches from yours. “What do you think?”

You didn’t want to admit that you had thought about it. That his constant presence had started to get under your skin in a way that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. But admitting that to Jake? No chance.

“I think people are bored and have nothing better to do,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you.

Jake chuckled, clearly not buying your dismissal. “You sure? Because I’ve got to say, I think we’d make a pretty great power couple. I mean, we’ve already got the whole rivalry thing going. We’d keep it interesting.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, grinning wider, “but you’re still smiling.”

It was hard to ignore how much effort he was putting into this—into you. He wasn’t just teasing for the sake of it anymore. He was showing up, paying attention, and it felt like he was pushing his way into your already busy, complicated life. At first, it unnerved you, but the more he did it, the harder it became to deny that a part of you didn’t mind the attention. Maybe, just maybe, you even liked it.

Everywhere you went, Jake was there—whether it was to walk you to class, offer you a cheeky remark about the rumors, or even just sit beside you during meals, stealing your food off your plate like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The thing was, he wasn’t just some overconfident Quidditch player trying to get under your skin. He was genuinely fun to be around, and despite your best efforts to keep things professional and competitive, you found yourself laughing more around him, smiling without even realizing it.

One evening after practice, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned a brilliant shade of orange and pink, Jake caught up with you again, jogging lightly to match your pace as you walked back toward the castle.

“You know,” he said, his voice casual, “I could help you with that Transfiguration exam. I’m pretty good with theory.”

You gave him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. “You? Study?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” he teased, grinning. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay. What’s the catch?”

Jake paused for a moment, pretending to think before flashing you a charming smile. “No catch. Just thought it might be fun to spend more time together. You know, if we’re going to be Hogwarts’ favorite couple, we should probably get used to each other.”

There it was again—bold, playful, and completely unafraid of pushing the boundary between friendly banter and something more. And as much as you wanted to push him away, to keep things strictly about Quidditch and school, you found yourself softening toward him.

“Alright, Sim,” you said, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. “You want to help me study? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jake’s smile grew wider, and as you walked side by side toward the castle.

☆

The day of the next match arrived, but this time, you weren’t nervous. In fact, you were almost bored by the prospect. The other team had a seeker you’d gone up against more than once before. He was good, decent even, but he had one glaring weakness: his ridiculous crush on you.

You didn’t mind using it to your advantage. Quidditch wasn’t about feelings; it was about strategy, speed, and focus. And it wasn’t your fault if their seeker couldn’t keep his eyes on the Snitch instead of on you.

The morning was crisp as you made your way to the pitch, your Firebolt slung over your shoulder. Your teammates were buzzing with excitement, as usual, but you were unusually calm. Victory felt like a foregone conclusion.

As you arrived on the pitch, you saw him across the field, already in his gear, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You suppressed an eye roll. He was hopeless. He’d never even worked up the courage to ask you out, not that it would’ve mattered. You weren’t interested. He wasn’t your type at all—too much of a show-off, too self-absorbed in his image. You couldn’t stand the way he talked big but couldn’t back it up.

Jake, on the other hand… well, that was a different story. But now wasn’t the time to get distracted.

As you mounted your broom, you locked eyes with the other seeker. His face immediately turned red, and he looked away, fiddling nervously with his gloves. You smirked. This was going to be easier than you thought.

The whistle blew, and you shot into the air, the wind rushing past your face. The familiar feeling of freedom took over as you soared higher, scanning the sky for any sign of the Snitch. Below, the Chasers were already battling it out for the Quaffle, but you paid them no mind. Your eyes darted around the pitch, searching for that telltale glint of gold.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the other seeker trailing behind you, his focus split between you and the Snitch. You smirked to yourself. He was already distracted, and the game had barely started.

Moments passed, and your team had already secured an early lead. You weren’t even concerned about the score, though. Your only focus was the Snitch, and you knew the rest would fall into place.

It wasn’t long before you spotted it—a flash of gold hovering just below the goalposts. You leaned forward, your Firebolt responding instantly as you sped toward it. The other seeker noticed you moving and hurried to follow, but you could tell his heart wasn’t fully in it. He was already hesitating, probably wondering what you were thinking, whether you’d noticed him looking at you earlier.

Typical.

You made a sharp dive, pulling him with you, then shot upward at the last second. He followed, but slower, distracted by the proximity. As he closed in, you glanced back, locking eyes with him for just a second. It was all the distraction you needed.

He slowed, his focus slipping for just a moment as he looked at you, probably trying to figure out what you were about to do. You saw the doubt flicker in his eyes, and that was all it took.

With a sharp turn, you dove again, this time for real. The Snitch was right there, dancing just out of reach, but your hand was steady as you reached out, fingers closing around the cool metal. The crowd erupted in cheers, but you barely heard them. The win was as certain as you’d expected.

You descended back to the pitch, the Snitch clenched in your fist as your teammates swarmed around you, congratulating you on yet another victory. You hardly broke a sweat.

As you dismounted your broom, you glanced back at the seeker. He was still hovering in the air, looking sheepish, as if he knew exactly how badly he’d been played. He didn’t even bother to come down to shake hands with you. Not that you cared—he was the type to hide behind his bravado, all talk and no substance. He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d ever be interested in.

You were about to leave the pitch when you felt a presence beside you. Jake, of course. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced up at the seeker. “You’ve really got that guy wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not my fault he can’t focus.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, his expression playful. “I don’t know. Something tells me you enjoy it a little too much.”

“Maybe,” you admitted, smirking. “But a win’s a win.”

Jake chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than usual. “Remind me never to fall for one of your tricks, then.”

You shot him a sideways glance. “Who says you haven’t already?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and for a moment, Jake looked genuinely caught off guard. Then, he grinned that familiar, cocky grin of his. “Touché,” he said, giving you a wink before walking off toward his teammates.

You watched him go, a strange warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe you had a point. Jake was smart—he wouldn’t get distracted the way the seeker did. But you couldn’t help wondering if, in some way, he was already playing the same game you were.

And just maybe, you were starting to enjoy it.

The next day, as you made your way through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, the last thing you expected was to be stopped by the seeker from the previous match. He stepped right in front of you, forcing you to halt abruptly.

"Can I help you?" you asked, already annoyed by his presence.

"Yeah, you can," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "With going out with me tomorrow." His tone wasn’t one of polite suggestion—it was a command.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to hide your disgust. "I'm not interested."

His grin faltered, and you could see the beginnings of anger flash across his face. "What are you talking about? Who would reject me?" His voice was rising, drawing more attention from the surrounding students.

"I would," you said flatly, folding your arms across your chest. "In a million lifetimes."

His face twisted in disbelief. "You can't reject me! Look at me! I'm the best seeker there is!" His voice was now loud enough to echo through the hall.

You were about to fire back when, suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. Instinctively, you tensed, ready to push them off, until you heard the familiar voice.

"Didn't you hear, you oaf? She said no. Now piss off," Jake said, his tone casual but edged with a sharpness that made the surrounding crowd quiet down.

You relaxed slightly, realizing it was Jake who had pulled you into this unexpected embrace. His arms were secure around you, his chin resting just above your head as he glared at the seeker from over your shoulder. His hold on you felt possessive, but protective at the same time, a sharp contrast to the arrogant and demanding tone of the guy in front of you.

The seeker blinked, seemingly unable to process what was happening. "Huh?"

"Are you deaf?" Jake said, louder this time. "The lady said no. Now back off."

You could hear the whispers from the students gathered around. All eyes were on the three of you. It was impossible not to notice how the situation had escalated into a full-on spectacle. Part of you was growing more irritated by the attention. Where were the teachers when you needed them? You’d even take Filch showing up right now, just to diffuse this ridiculous situation.

Just as it seemed like the seeker was about to snap, you heard the clipped, authoritative voice of Professor McGonagall approaching from behind the crowd. "What is going on here?" she demanded.

Jake’s arms didn’t loosen around you as he answered smoothly. "Allow me to explain, Professor. We were all on our way to class when this student decided it would be appropriate to bother Y/N, despite her repeatedly saying no."

McGonagall’s stern gaze flicked to the seeker, who looked as if he was about to argue. "That’s not—"

But before he could defend himself, a chorus of voices from the gathered students confirmed Jake’s version of events. McGonagall didn’t need any more convincing.

"Twenty points from your house Mr. Cogsworth for improper behavior," she snapped, her eyes narrowing at the boy. "And detention, I think, would be appropriate. Now, to your classes, all of you!"

The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there with Jake still holding you. You let out a deep breath, the tension slowly draining from your body now that it was over. You glanced up at Jake, who finally loosened his grip, though his arm lingered around your waist.

"Thank you," you said, looking up at him. There was a mixture of relief and genuine gratitude in your voice.

Jake smiled down at you, the sharpness in his expression softening. "No problem," he replied casually, but his eyes held something else—something more than just friendliness.

You stood there for a moment, the two of you alone as the hallway emptied out, the echoes of whispers still faint in the distance. The rumors about you and Jake were only going to get worse after this, and somehow, you didn’t care as much as you thought you would.

Jake finally let go, but not before shooting you a playful smirk. "Seems like I keep showing up just in time, don’t I?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Maybe, but you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it."

He shrugged, stepping back slightly. "What can I say? I’m just trying to protect my favorite rival."

With that, he turned and started walking away, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder. "See you later, Y/N."

As you watched him go, you couldn’t help but shake your head, a mixture of exasperation and something else you didn’t want to admit filling your chest. Maybe Jake Sim was becoming more than just your rival.

☆

You were browsing through the shelves of the little bookshop in Hogsmeade, your arms full of books. A couple of Quidditch guides and strategy manuals were stacked in your arms, but hidden beneath them, tucked away, was a muggle romance novel. You felt a little embarrassed by the thought of anyone catching you with it.

Your eyes landed on a book at the very top shelf that you really wanted. It was out of reach, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. You were just about to climb the shelf or grab your wand when a hand appeared from behind you and plucked the book from its place.

"Here you go," the guy said, handing it to you. You turned, surprised.

"Thank you," you muttered, taking the book and preparing to move on.

"No problem, Y/N," he replied, and you stilled. Great, another one who knew you from Quidditch. "I saw your latest match. You were so fast, I could barely keep my eyes on you!"

You forced a polite smile. "Thanks."

But he wasn’t finished. "How did you get so good?" he asked, leaning an arm against the shelf and looking down at you with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

Red flags were already popping up. His posture was way too close, his voice far too familiar for your liking.

"Practice," you answered shortly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

Instead, he kept talking, throwing more questions at you, trying to get you to open up. But the way he loomed over you, the casual smirk, the way he moved closer with every word—it all set off alarm bells in your head. You weren’t digging this. At all.

Then, with a sleazy grin, he leaned in even closer and asked, "Hey, you aren’t really dating Sim Jaeyun, are you? ‘Cause I can give you a much better ride."

The comment sent a wave of disgust through you.

You glared at him, stepping back. "I think you better back up now."

"Come on, dollface," he said, his tone greasy, as he reached for your arm.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist with a force that made you drop all the books in your hands, scattering them across the floor. His grip was too tight, almost painful, and you tugged at your wrist, trying to break free. "Let me go!" you snapped, slapping him hard across the face.

The slap worked—he released you and grabbed at his face, shocked. You quickly stepped backward, your heart racing, only to bump into something solid behind you.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a familiar voice said, cold and sharp. You turned and saw Jake standing right behind you, holding a box of candy in one hand, his face twisted into a look of pure fury.

The guy who had grabbed you looked stunned, but Jake wasn’t giving him an inch. Without saying a word, Jake stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the creep. His body language was all protective, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a deadly seriousness.

"Nothing. Nothing," the guy stammered, raising his hands defensively.

Jake’s eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Didn’t seem like nothing to me."

The tension in the air was palpable, and you didn’t wait for the situation to escalate further. You knew Jake could handle himself—and handle him—so without another word, you fled out of the shop, your heart pounding.

Once outside, you took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You had never been in a situation like that before, and the reality of how easily it could have gone worse made your hands tremble slightly.

After a few minutes of pacing outside the shop, you saw Jake emerge, his expression calm but his eyes still stormy. He caught sight of you and immediately walked over.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern genuine.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Thanks for stepping in."

"Anytime," Jake said, his anger melting into a more familiar, reassuring smile. "Though I have to say, you did a pretty good job of handling him on your own."

You managed a weak laugh, the adrenaline still running through your veins. "Yeah, thanks,"

You noticed how Jake was carrying your stack of books in his arms, as he casually held them out to you. "Here," he said, his voice laced with a teasing undertone. "All taken care of. You don't owe a thing."

You blinked in surprise, reaching out to take the books from him. "Wait—what do you mean 'taken care of'?"

Jake's grin only widened. "I paid for them. You looked like you had enough to deal with already, so I figured I’d save you the trouble."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, his eyes dropped to the bottom of the stack, where your muggle romance novel was now in plain view. "Oh, and this," he said, tapping the cover of the book with a playful smirk, "is interesting. Didn’t think you were the type."

You flushed, "Jake," you warned, narrowing your eyes.

"What? I’m not judging!" he said, laughing. "In fact, I think it’s great. A little break from Quidditch and all the pressure, right?"

"Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly want everyone to know I’m reading stuff like this."

Jake tilted his head, giving you an easy smile. "Everyone? Nah, just me. And like I said, your secret’s safe."

You couldn’t help but smile back, even though you were still a little mortified. "Thanks. Really, though, you didn’t have to pay for the books. I could’ve handled it."

Jake shrugged casually. "I know, but consider it a thank you. For not letting that guy get away with being a complete prat." He winked, and his teasing tone faded into something a little softer. "And for letting me help."

"Well," you said, shifting the weight of the books in your arms, "thanks for that too. I’m glad you were there."

Jake’s grin returned, lighter this time. "Anytime. Though next time, maybe we’ll run into each other under less dramatic circumstances."

"Yeah, maybe," you said, chuckling.

He gave you a playful salute before stepping back. "See you later, Y/N."

As you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Maybe this whole "Jake inserting himself into your life" thing wasn’t as bad as you once thought.

☆

Another match against Gryffindor was electric. The tension had been building for weeks, whispers of the rematch filling the halls of Hogwarts. You and Jake had exchanged some playful banter leading up to it, but today, all that was out the window. You were focused, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you soared through the sky, scanning for the Golden Snitch.

Jake was right beside you, keeping pace as you both zoomed across the pitch. He was good—really good—but you had the edge. You always did. Your broom, your trusty Firebolt, had never let you down. It had carried you to victory time and time again, and today would be no different.

Or so you thought.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Snitch glinting in the sunlight. Jake saw it at the same time, and the two of you surged forward, neck and neck. The wind whipped around you, and the crowd was roaring, but all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat, faster and faster, as you reached out—

And then, everything went wrong.

Your broom, the one that had never failed you before, suddenly jolted beneath you, veering sharply to the side. You tried to correct it, but it was like the broom had a mind of its own, pulling you upward in a violent arc. Panic shot through you as you fought to regain control, but nothing worked. The broom spasmed wildly, throwing you off balance.

You looked ahead just in time to see Jake catch the Snitch. His face lit up in victory for a split second, but then you saw it—his expression twisted into shock and horror as he realized what was happening to you.

You barely had time to process it before the broom slung you upward and then threw you off, hard and fast. The world became a blur of colors as you plummeted, the wind tearing at your skin, the ground rushing up to meet you. You heard the distant screams of the crowd, but they felt muted, like they were coming from underwater.

Jake’s voice called out to you, but you couldn’t make out the words. You saw him dive toward you, his face full of panic and worry, but he was too far away. Your broom was still flailing wildly in the air, useless now, just a blur of dark wood against the sky.

What the fuck? you thought as the ground got closer and closer.

Then everything went black.

The last thing you saw was Jake, desperately trying to reach you, his eyes wide with fear.

And then, nothing.

☆

When you regained consciousness, the familiar scent of herbs and antiseptics filled your nostrils, grounding you in a reality that felt both comforting and suffocating. Your head throbbed with a relentless ache, and as you blinked against the harsh light of the hospital wing, the room came into focus slowly. There were beds lined up against the walls, the usual sight of students recovering from various injuries, but it all felt distant, like a dream you couldn't quite grasp.

"You're finally awake, darling," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, rushing toward you with an air of both relief and urgency.

You attempted to sit up, but the hammering pain in your head forced you to reconsider. “How long was I out?” you managed to ask, your voice hoarse.

"Always straight to business. You've been here for three days," she replied, her brow furrowed with concern.

Three whole days. The weight of those words settled heavily on your chest. You nodded slowly, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Three days of unconsciousness—three days during which you had lost your first match.

The thought twisted in your gut. You had never experienced loss like this before. Not just a defeat, but the crushing weight of disappointment and failure. You could almost hear the whispers of your classmates echoing in your mind, the pitying glances that would follow you, the questions that would hang in the air like an unwanted specter.

When Madam Pomfrey finally left you alone, the stillness of the room felt oppressive. You knew what had happened, and the shame stung like a physical blow. You had let everyone down. Your father’s dreams for you, your mother’s unwavering support—now you could only imagine their disappointment. You had worked so hard to prove yourself, only to come crashing down like your broom.

As soon as you were released from the hospital wing, you pulled your hood up to hide your face, a futile attempt to shield yourself from the world as you made your way back to your dorm. Luckily, none of your roommates were around. The silence of the empty room was deafening.

Standing there, the reality of it all settled in, and an overwhelming surge of anger bubbled to the surface. Your eyes fell on your Firebolt, lying innocently by your bed, and you felt a rush of heat flood your chest. With a growl of frustration, you charged at it, fists flying. You didn’t stop until the broom lay in shattered pieces on the floor, splintered wood and bristles scattered around you. You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision as you destroyed what had once been your most trusted companion.

Once the adrenaline faded and you stood surrounded by the wreckage, an icy emptiness filled the space where your fury had been. You felt hollow, as if all the light had been sucked out of you. Nothing mattered anymore. You didn’t matter.

Your perfect streak was done, and you were left with the aching void of your loss. A part of you craved the comfort of knowing you had once been a top Seeker, the recognition that came with it. But that part was overshadowed by the deep sense of shame that gnawed at your insides.

You sank to the floor amidst the wreckage of your Firebolt, the weight of your emotions crashing down on you. You were lost, and no matter how hard you tried to shake off the defeat, it lingered like a shadow, refusing to let you forget.

The days that followed were a blur of isolation and despair. You remained locked in your dorm room, cocooned in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The world outside continued on, but inside, you felt like time had stopped.

When your friends had found you in a wreck, hair unkempt and eyes hollow, they didn’t hesitate to rush to your side, enveloping you in warmth and reassurance.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” one of them whispered, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “We’re here for you.”

You let them fuss over you for a while, grateful for their kindness. They brought you food and work, insisting you wouldn’t fall behind, but the offerings went untouched. You kept repeating that you weren’t hungry, ignoring the insistent rumble in your stomach until it finally fell silent, mirroring the emptiness you felt inside.

Your thoughts spiraled, a black cloud forming that consumed every rational thought, every flicker of happiness. The weight of your failure pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and relentless. You lay in bed, staring into the dark corners of your mind, haunted by the faces of your teammates, your friends, your parents. The letters from your father piled up on your desk, one of them a howler you had the instinct to burn. You didn’t dare touch them, couldn’t bear the idea of facing their disappointment.

But what hurt most was Jake.

You learned from your friends that he had tried numerous times to reach you, sending notes and letters either through them or owls that perched patiently on your windowsill, waiting for a response that never came. Each time you saw an owl, your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You couldn't face him now—not after what had happened. You felt so far away from the confident Seeker he knew, so unworthy of his concern.

Even now, in your darkest moments, the thought of Jake stirred something within you—a bittersweet ache that reminded you of all the laughter you had shared, the playful banter that had ignited a spark you couldn’t fully understand. But you had buried it all under layers of guilt and shame, afraid of the emptiness that filled the void where joy used to be.

As the days dragged on, the loneliness became unbearable. You lay there in silence, feeling like a ghost in your own life, memories of flying high above the pitch a distant dream. You longed for the adrenaline of the chase, the thrill of the game, the camaraderie of your teammates—but all of that felt irretrievable now, lost in the wake of your loss.

One particularly heavy night, after a long day of tossing and turning, you finally glanced at the stack of letters. The ache in your heart swelled painfully, and the tears you thought you had dried up began to flow again. You could feel it deep in your bones: something was missing, a connection that had once brought you comfort now overshadowed by your own turmoil.

With a shaking breath, you grabbed one of the letters from the pile and held it in your trembling hands, wondering if perhaps reading it could provide some semblance of clarity. Would it bring you closer to understanding the man who had become such an integral part of your life, or would it drive you further into despair? Either way, you knew you couldn’t keep running from it forever.

With trembling hands, you carefully unfolded the first letter, the familiar scrawl of Jake’s handwriting making your heart flutter unexpectedly. You had avoided these for so long, but now, curiosity and desperation pushed you to read his words.

"Dear Y/N," it began, and you felt a rush of warmth just from those simple words.

He started with a confession: how, before he even joined the Quidditch team, he had watched you from afar during your matches, admiring the way you glided through the air with a confidence that seemed untouchable. “You probably didn’t even notice me,” he wrote, “but I noticed everything. The way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were focused, how you always managed to smile even after a tough practice. It was like you carried this light with you that drew everyone in, including me.”

You felt a small smile tug at your lips, the memory of those moments flickering in your mind. You had always thought of yourself as just another player, but Jake’s words painted a picture of someone extraordinary, someone worth looking up to.

As you continued reading, you found a list of all the things he loved about you—your determination, your laughter, the way you cared for your teammates, and even the silly little quirks you thought no one noticed. “I was so proud of you every time you won a match,” he wrote. “You were incredible out there, and I’d feel like the luckiest guy alive just to share the same pitch with you.”

A laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the tears that began to fall. Each line felt like a balm to your aching heart. He described how elated he felt when you acknowledged him, when you teased him back during practice or shared a joke. “It’s the little moments with you that make my heart race,” he admitted. “You bring so much joy into my life.”

Then, he turned to the day you met in the tent. As you read his recollection of that moment, your heart swelled. “Seeing you up close was surreal. You were so beautiful and strong, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the presence of someone untouchable,” he wrote. “I wanted to be there for you, to protect you, to make you smile.”

His words deepened the ache within you, and you wiped your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at how vulnerable he had been, pouring his heart onto the page. You could almost hear his voice in your mind, the way he always managed to lighten the mood even when things were tough.

And then came the heart-stopping confession. “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he wrote, plain and simple, yet each word carried the weight of a thousand emotions. “Everything about you captivates me. I want to hold you close, to listen to your worries, to be your safe space. I want to kiss you and tell you that you’re not alone. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine—now and always.”

You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat as the tears streamed down your cheeks. Each word felt like a ray of light piercing through the dark cloud that had consumed you for so long. You hadn’t realized just how deeply you had longed for his affection, for the acknowledgment that you were loved not just for your skills but for who you truly were.

The more you read, the more you felt that heavy weight lifting, the suffocating darkness that had surrounded you beginning to dissolve with every heartfelt sentence. He spoke of dreams, of a future where you would support each other, and your heart swelled at the thought of being with him.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to share everything together? To laugh, to explore, to just be?” he wrote. “You inspire me every single day, and I can’t help but hope you feel the same way about me.”

By the time you reached the final lines of the last letter, you were full-on crying, but it was a different kind of sorrow—one filled with hope and healing. Jake’s words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, pushing away the shadows that had lingered for too long.

You carefully placed the letters down, your heart racing. In that moment, you realized that despite the pain of the last few days, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

Your cries echoed softly in the quiet of your dorm room, breaking the silence of the night. It didn’t take long for your roommates to stir, their sleepy voices filled with concern.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” one of them called out, their voice laced with worry.

You quickly wiped your tears, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “I—I’m fine,” you stammered, but the tremor in your voice gave you away.

The sound of shuffling feet and rustling blankets filled the room as your dormmates rushed to your side. Before you could protest, they enveloped you in a tight hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. “You’re not fine,” another friend said softly. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

The comfort of their presence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. You felt the weight of your emotions pouring out again, and the hugs grew tighter, reassuring. “We’re here for you, no matter what,” one of them whispered, gently rubbing your back as you finally let go, tears flowing freely.

After a while, they pulled back, exchanging glances that spoke of solidarity and understanding. “We need a sleepover,” one of your friends declared, a determined glint in her eyes. “Let’s put the mattresses on the floor!”

The idea sparked a flicker of joy within you, and you managed a small smile as they sprang into action. Within moments, the room was transformed; mattresses were dragged from beds and tossed onto the floor, creating a cozy nest of blankets and pillows.

Once settled, your friends nestled around you, forming a protective circle. Laughter bubbled up as they shared stories and silly jokes, their lightheartedness gradually lifting the heaviness in the air.

As the night deepened, you felt safe enough to share what you had read in Jake’s letters. Your friends listened intently, gasping at the sweet things he had said and offering support and encouragement. “He sounds amazing!” one of them exclaimed. “You deserve to be with someone who admires you like that!”

As time went on, the laughter faded into soft murmurs and sleepy giggles, and eventually, the room fell quiet. You nestled in among your friends, feeling a profound sense of belonging.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of clarity emerging from the shadows.

☆

The morning light filtered through the grand hall as you entered with your friends, a protective circle surrounding you. You could feel the stares and whispers prickling against your skin like static electricity. It was a strange sensation, having once been the center of attention for your accomplishments, only to now be the subject of hushed conversations about your recent loss.

You kept your chin up, forcing yourself to focus on the tables lined with food rather than the scrutinizing gazes. It was then that you spotted Jake at the Gryffindor table. His usual aura of energy was dimmed, replaced by a look of sadness that tugged at your heart. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for something that was beyond his control.

But as if sensing your gaze, he looked up, and the moment his eyes met yours, his face transformed. The shadow of despair faded away, replaced by the familiar brightness that made your heart flutter. He practically leaped to his feet, stumbling slightly as he rushed toward you.

Your friends parted to make way, allowing him to reach you with ease. He skidded to a halt, concern etched on his features. “Y/N? Are you… are you okay?” His voice was laced with genuine worry, and you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him.

You offered a small, reassuring smile. “Getting better,” you replied, hoping to ease his fears.

But then you noticed a flicker of guilt cross his face, and he spoke quickly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I thought you would get the Snitch before me, but—”

Before he could finish, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. To your surprise, he embraced you tightly, grounding you both in the moment. “I read your letters,” you whispered in his ear, and you could feel him stiffen slightly at your admission.

When you pulled back, you saw shock reflected in his eyes, but also something deeper—relief, perhaps. “Meet me at the pitch after school,” you told him, your heart racing at the prospect.

Jake nodded, his expression softening as you turned to head toward the table where your friends were already dishing up breakfast.

As you filled your plate, thoughts of the previous match flickered through your mind. You had learned that your broom had been bewitched to ensure your loss, a cruel trick played by those who had been jealous of your success. The news had spread quickly, and while you felt relieved to know it hadn’t been your fault, the image of your shattered Firebolt lingered in your mind, a painful reminder of your previous frustration.

You glanced around the hall, catching snippets of conversations. Some students were already arguing over the validity of the match. “It was a foul! They should give them a rematch!” one voice exclaimed from across the hall. Another chimed in, “A loss is a loss. Get over it!”

But in that moment, you realized something profound: you didn’t really care about the opinions swirling around you. Not right now.

Instead, your focus remained on Jake.

After the final class of the day, anticipation coursed through you as you made your way down to the Quidditch pitch. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the grass and making the stands look almost ethereal. As you approached, you spotted Jake standing by the edge of the pitch, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, gazing off into the distance.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, and a bright smile broke across his face, illuminating the waning daylight. “Y/N!” he called out, a rush of energy infusing his voice. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warmth spread in your chest as you closed the distance between you.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. You were suddenly acutely aware of how close he was, the way the fading sunlight highlighted the contours of his face, the way his dark hair fell slightly over his forehead.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, a hint of vulnerability slipping through his bravado. “I thought maybe after everything, you’d want to avoid me.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “Never. I needed to talk to you.”

His expression shifted, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “About what?”

You took a deep breath, the words suddenly feeling heavy on your tongue. “About us… and everything that’s happened.”

Jake’s gaze softened, and he nodded. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

You both settled down on the grass, the cool blades tickling your fingers as you fidgeted with them. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you wrote in your letters,” you began, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. “About how you’ve admired me from afar… how you’ve always been there for me.”

Jake leaned closer, his expression earnest. “It’s true. I never thought I could feel so strongly for someone. You inspire me, Y/N. Watching you play, seeing your determination—it’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

Your heart raced at his words, each one wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that support until you were there,” you admitted. “When I lost that match, it felt like everything I’d worked for had crumbled. But reading your letters… it brought me back to life.”

Jake’s eyes held yours, full of understanding. “I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone in this. You don’t have to be perfect. You’re allowed to fall and feel weak sometimes. But I’ll always be here to catch you.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you took a moment to collect yourself. “And I want to be there for you too. You mean so much to me, Jake. More than I ever thought I’d allow myself to feel for anyone.”

His smile widened, and the tension between you seemed to melt away. “So… what are we? I mean, I don’t want to assume, but I want you to know that I’m all in, if you are.”

Your heart raced, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. “I’m all in too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve felt this connection between us for a while now, but I was too afraid to acknowledge it. But now… I want to explore this with you, to see where it can lead.”

Jake’s expression turned serious, the playful glimmer in his eyes replaced by deep sincerity. “Then let’s be honest with each other, no more hiding our feelings. I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. You’ve become such an important part of my life.”

Before you could respond, Jake leaned in closer, brushing his lips against yours softly, almost hesitantly, as if testing the waters. You melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth that spread throughout your entire body. It was sweet and gentle, filled with a promise of more to come.

When you both pulled back, breathless and smiling, Jake took a moment to admire you, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, feeling emboldened. This time, he leaned in deeper, his lips moving against yours with a more confident rhythm. You responded eagerly, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, the way he held you gently yet firmly. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.

When you finally broke apart again, you rested your forehead against his, both of you gasping for air. “Wow,” you murmured, your heart racing.

“Wow indeed,” Jake replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I could get used to this.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from your chest, feeling lighter than you had in days. “Me too.”

“Then let’s make a deal,” he said, his voice suddenly serious again. “No more holding back. We face everything together, starting from now. Whether it’s Quidditch, school, or whatever else life throws at us. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed, your heart swelling with affection and excitement.

Jake stood up, extending his hand to help you rise from the grass. You took it, feeling the warmth of his grip envelop your fingers, and he pulled you to your feet with a gentle tug. “I still think I owe you a Butterbeer, don’t I?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he started walking alongside you.

“You do,” you replied, smiling back at him, warmth flooding your cheeks as you felt the lingering thrill of your earlier conversation.

As you walked back toward the castle, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over everything. Jake leaned closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. The gesture was sweet and tender, and you couldn’t help but lean into him slightly, relishing the warmth of his presence.

“So, what’s next for you, Quidditch superstar?” he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I still have to get back to practicing. I need to make sure I’m ready for the next match, no matter what broom I’m on.”

Jake nodded, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. “You know I’ll be there to support you, right? And I’ll help you however I can. If you need a practice partner or someone to distract you while you train, I’m your guy.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said, feeling a rush of gratitude. “It means a lot to me that you’re so supportive.”

“Of course! You’re not just a teammate; you’re my… well, I guess you’re my girlfriend now?” He looked at you, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

You beamed at him, feeling your heart flutter. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Perfect,” he replied, a broad smile breaking across his face. “Then let’s celebrate with that Butterbeer!”

As you and Jake made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but notice the mixed reactions from your fellow students. Some people smiled warmly at you, while others congratulated Jake with slaps on the back. A few even slipped coins to each other, clearly settling bets about the two of you ending up together. The sight made you chuckle inwardly; the school was always buzzing with gossip, but this felt oddly charming.

Just then, a chorus of voices began to rise up from the crowd. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” they chanted, and your heart raced at the unexpected attention. You glanced at Jake, who looked equally amused and a bit bashful.

“Should we?” you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Jake shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Why not? Let’s give them a show.”

With a sudden burst of confidence, you pulled him down by his tie, closing the distance between you. You pressed your lips against his, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his hands finding your waist. The warmth of the moment enveloped you both, and the crowd erupted into cheers, whoops, and whistles.

“Only befitting the two fastest seekers ended up together!” someone shouted, and the laughter and applause filled the air around you.

You pulled back slightly, breathless and grinning, your cheeks flushed. Jake’s eyes sparkled with delight, and you could see the pride in his expression. “I think we just gave them what they wanted,” he said, his tone light and teasing.

“Guess we did!” you replied, still feeling the electricity of the kiss.

☆

You had never truly cared for Quidditch. It was just a sport to you. But now, sitting with your fingers intertwined with Jake’s, you began to rethink your earlier stance.

Cause it had brought you Jake.

The way he had defended you in the hallway, how he had always been there for you during your darkest moments, and the way his smile lit up a room had all stemmed from the Quidditch pitch.

“Hey,” Jake said, nudging you with his shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. “You okay? You look lost in thought.”

You smiled at him, warmth flooding your chest. “I was just thinking about how I never really cared for Quidditch until now.”

His brow furrowed slightly, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. “Oh really? And what brought about this epiphany?”

“Quidditch is the reason I found you,” you replied softly, your gaze locking onto his.

Jake’s expression softened, and you could see the genuine surprise in his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “I never realized how much it connected us, how much it means to me now because of you.”

His smile widened, and you felt your heart flutter as he squeezed your hand tighter. “You’re the best thing to come out of this whole Quidditch mess. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Let’s make a deal,” Jake said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll teach you to love the game if you promise to be there for me every match.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Deal."

GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! JAKE IS DOWN BAD, WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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10. DEFEND

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GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! JAKE IS DOWN BAD, WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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11. 8 DAYS

a/n: amidst all the october specials.. i hope this lighthearted fic keeps you guys feeling happy!

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・❥・ Heeseung Lee

hate that - @heesplanet (heeseung x fem!reader)

sugar daddy - @jayflrt (heeseung x fem!reader)

children of divorce - @sankyeom (heeseung x kim y/n)

nevertheless - @postalenha (jay x fem!reader x heeseung)

revelations - @seungstarss (bad boy!heeseung x fem!reader)

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cheating on you - @nekkodiaries (sunghoon x fem!reader x heeseung)

uni love - @enhas-bestie (heeseung x fem!reader)

bet - @seungstarss (enha hyung line! x fem!reader)

・❥・ Jay Park

deuce - @ddeonuism (volleyball player!jay x fem volleyball player!reader)

blitzed confessions - @heessseungi (jay x fem!reader ft heeseung)

nevertheless - @postalenha (jay x fem!reader x heeseung)

bet - @seungstarss (enha hyung line! x fem!reader)

we were friends once - @haechanhues (02z line x fem!reader)

jungwon’s noona - @oddeonu (02z line x fem!reader)

adrenaline rush - @seungstarss (enha hyung line! x reader)

・❥・ Jake Sim

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we were friends once - @haechanhues (02z line x fem!reader)

adrenaline rush - @seungstarss (enha hyung line! x reader)

bet - @seungstarss (enha hyung line! x fem!reader)

the fake boyfriend - @markxdino (jake x fem!reader)

yours truly - @simjyun (fboy!jake x fem!reader)

jungwon’s noona - @oddeonu (02z line x fem!reader)

・❥・ Sunghoon Park

latte - @enhypenisnotforsale (sunghoon x gn!reader)

mail - @enhypenisnotforsale (sunghoon x fem!reader)

behind the scenes - @liliansun (sunghoon x fem!reader)

cheating on you - @nekkodiaries (sunghoon x fem!reader x heeseung)

you maniac ! - @i-kai (sunghoon x reader)

jungwon’s noona - @oddeonu (02z line x fem!reader)

we were friends once - @haechanhues (02z line x fem!reader)

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bet - @seungstarss (enha hyung line ! x fem!reader)

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[ 11:53 pm ] (extra)

you glance at the brown haired boy sitting beside you as his eyes were glued to the bright tv screen

finding urself admiring him for a few minutes, you slightly smile

“what are u staring at pretty?” jake says breaking you out of your trance

“mm nothing” shifting your eyes back to the tv screen

he chuckles and pulls you into his lap with your back facing his front

hooking his arms around your frame “you know i love you right?” your boyfriend questions

“mhm” you pause for a few seconds, “i love you too”

jake smiles, “so, you wanna tell me what your thinking about?”

“m’just gonna miss you that’s all” you frown

you hear the boy sigh as he places a small kiss to the crown of your head

“i promise i’ll come back when i can” he softly says

“you promise?” you peer up at him holding onto his arms. he hugs you tighter, “i promise”

. . .

there’s a saying “you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep”, however you trusted jake to fulfill his promise

he loved you right?

so now why do you find yourself sitting in bed 6 months later staring at your phone still hoping for a reply?

you haven’t heard from him since he left, maybe he’s just busy you would try to convince yourself

but being busy doesn’t mean going out and finding another person to fall in love with

being busy doesn’t mean you go post about your affair with someone else for your lover to see

a broken promise is what’s all left of him, sadly smiling you send him one last text

“love really does lie” - 11:53 pm

a/n: the ending is kinda shit but oh well, i’m having writers block for the smau atm so i decided to write a drabble. this originally wasn’t supposed to be based off of love lies but now is kind of how they broke up :3 for now this will be the short form of their breakup, i will write the longer version soon <3

love lies

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[2] love is embarrassing. / sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x fem reader!

synopsis! : jake wants you back despite you suffering your miserable breakup.

read part one here!

includes: 3.8k words | cursing | suggestive theme | txt appearance and mark lee!! love mark | crying </3 | HAPPY ENDING LALALALALALALA | beomgyu making a move?!

extra: finally it’s here omg i’m so sorry for the delay besties | jake is such a silly goose (both good and bad | yn is angry angry | sunghoon has a good eye ;) | enjoy babes <3

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[below the cut]

“party tonight?”

you got a text from yeonjun. you stared at it as if it was an experiment. you were surprised indeed.

oh because you were never a party person. you avoided parties because…..

1. you didn’t like loud noise music for it can easily cause an unnecessary migraine and then ruin your night

2. you didn’t want to experience underage drinking with a bunch of kids you barely knew

3. the smell of vomit and sweaty people gave you an ick

4. people bothering you or strangers just casually making a move on you

5. overthinking that the police will somehow find out that a bunch of dumb high school students are doing illegal and sexual activities after an old woman down the street snitched on them

6. you just find being alone on a friday night with a bucket of ice cream and watching your favorite youtube videos, all snuggled up in your blanket >> parties

jake would sometimes invite you to parties that his friends would host at their expensive, large mansions that would be twenty minutes away from the city. it would be somehow isolated but never a bother to the neighbors. surprisingly, heeseung - the host would never get caught or snitched on. rumors spread that he has the best parties.

but you would reject the invitation. jake insisted as a way to enjoy youth, but you never find a reason why drinking and be around sweaty people are things to enjoy youth.

but two weeks later, you’re still a mess with that dumb breakup you had to deal with and you were asking for a change. a change to find your confidence. your own self worth. you changed your hair from blonde to black, wore different kinds of clothing to find a style that felt right, bought new skincare items, new makeup and inserted a new mindset; focusing on yourself.

not gonna lie, even if jake was acting, he was the best boyfriend you ever had compared to your past relationships. maybe that’s why you sometimes get flashbacks from your memories or wished that you were still dating him but no. you can’t do that, that’s so pathetic of you.

“you know i don’t do parties.”

“it’s at my house babe. 9pm, ten minutes away from gangnam. only inviting special people ;)”

you were thinking now, whether or not to go. you trust yeonjun with all your heart because he’s the sweetheart of the school. he would help you in english class but you were still a bit hesitant.

“i have fruit punch saved for you”

okay that’s settled. he knows you so well.

“i’ll see you there👍”

“ooo exciting, don’t look like a rat😘”

“you’re the rat🙄”

“a beautiful one💥😍”

you snickered at yeonjun, tossing your phone at the bed as you leaned back to your bed. you closed your eyes, lightly humming to make a decision. it’s only 4 hours before 9pm.

you got off your bed, grabbing your towel along the way to the bathroom.

-

“okay…” you exhaled, hands shaking as you rubbed your stomach. you feel the soft material, having an unfamiliar feeling as you felt weird… a good weird..

you were wearing a black ruffled dress. there was a rose around your hip, showing a thigh slit as it was including a mess tub top as apart of the dress. it looked perfect for a clubwear. well, yeonjun said to not look like a rat and this is what you had.

you sent a picture to yeonjun ask for help whether or not people wear these kinds of stuff. apparently they do when he replied with three fire emojis.

you slipped on platform boots that helped you gain an inch or two in your height, making you feel confident now that you’re taller.

you looked a last glance in the mirror, deciding to take last minute photos because you reassured yourself with an awkward smile, clinging onto your shoulder bag tightly.

have fun and don’t end up in someone’s bed.

you finally head out with your body scented like strawberries and cotton from your newest perfume collection.

-

yeah, you knew this was definitely not your comfort zone. the moment you left the taxi door, the sight of flashing lights and blasted music welcomed you. you noticed a few people in the lawn, talking, vomiting, heck even making out. although it was the norm, you weren’t used to it.

you can see the scene inside that was even more chaotic and you can’t imagine having fun with people all up on you.

you felt out of place but maybe you were overthinking it.

you shake off the thought and just head straight in, texting yeonjun that you’re here.

walking inside, you’re immediately greeted by mark lee from your physics class. “y/n hi!” he greeted you with his red cup, smiling at you. you muttered a hi back. “you look cute.” mark complimented your look. you blushed at the sudden appreciation comment, for how popular mark is and how hard it is to be friends with him due to his popularity.

“woah…” you mentally freaked out walking away. you tried to squeeze yourself into a little corner in hopes you see someone familiar or just eat and people watch.

you see a bunch of snacks all over the table counter. you took whatever you were craving for, kettle chips. you can’t go wrong with those.

your eyes wandered everywhere in curiosity. you’re supposed to be partying but you’re backing out, feeling like a little kid with their older sibling and their friends.

“hey!” you noticed yeonjun walking to you with a smile. your eyes trailed to the boys behind him, especially the one with a dyed mullet.

“here’s your fruit punch m’lady~” yeonjun dramatically handed your drink to you as you did a little bow, responding to his attitude. it bought laughter within the group.

“you’re y/n right? yeonjun has been talking about you to us!” your eyes looked up to see one of the tallest men you’ve ever seen in your life. it was soobin, one the people you’ve seen in the hallways.

usually you would see soobin the in the hallways with his airpods and his hood on, walking straight to class in your sophomore year (you’re a senior now). you’ve always found him intimidating and hard to approach but here he is, standing in front of you with his cheeks dimples showing. it melted you on the spot, finding him cute.

“really?” you raised an eyebrow at yeonjun in suspicion but he quickly dismisses that accusation. “i was just excited to see you because you never come to parties.” yeonjun leans into the table counter.

“hmm…” you murmured, trailing your thoughts. you placed your cup on the table after taking a sip. it is fruit punch.

he’s right about that. “just something to try.” you took a tip, eyes falling to the same mullet guy. he noticed your stare.

“parties aren’t your thing?” he suddenly looked at you, making your heart freeze whether or not he caught you looking at him.

you slowly nodded. “yeah i really don’t understand this whole,” you used your hand to demonstrate. “type of situation. if anything i’m more of a binge eating a bucket ice cream at 6pm.” you shrugged your shoulders. you heard the guy laugh which relaxed your nerves.

after he laughed, he looked at you with a soft smile. the lights reflecting on his face bought an emphasis on his features. he looked handsome in your opinion.

“so do i…”

“y/n!” you perked up. “i’m y/n.”

“i’m beomgyu.” both of you smiled at each other, bringing yeonjun and soobin to tease. “i think its our time to leave~” yeonjun interlocked arms with soobin, forbidding his goodbye as his dance suddenly jammed to the music that was playing.

surprisingly you felt comfortable being alone with beomgyu despite just meeting now.

you saw beomgyu scoot closer to you but still kept his distance to make you comfortable. you felt somehow excited to share a conversation with him.

-

“yo bro.” jay tapped jake’s shoulder, interrupting his conversation with a friend of his. jake raised an eyebrow at jay, following the direction of where his finger was pointing to.

“isn’t that y/n?” jake’s jaw slightly dropped in amusement, his head tilted to the side at the sight he was watching.

jake sees your face, filled with giggles and laughs as you talk with beomgyu. he noticed how your hair got darker. it emphasized your face features that he didn’t notice earlier during your ‘relationship’.

oh? was on his mind. he knew that you didn’t go to parties, let alone reject his invitation. so seeing you with an attractive dress on made him clench his jaw.

“she’s hot.” jake’s eyes flickered to sunghoon who’s shamelessly drinking from his cup. it was gold coming from sunghoon for he said that y/n isn’t his type.

jake rolled his eyes, moving his head towards you before his eyes did the same. his eyes were shooting daggers behind beomgyu’s head but you didn’t noticed his presence.

who is he? isn’t that beomgyu? since when beomgyu likes y/n? what’s so funny? what are they talking about? what is she laughing so much?

jake’s thoughts disappeared when he felt jay slapped his shoulder, slowly wrapping his arm around his neck. he also stared at beomgyu and you with pursed lips.

“are you thinking about y/n?”

jake bursted. “what? no! why would i think of her when she’s not my type?” jay sneered at his defensive friend. his eyes would still linger to you despite saying those words.

“stop being in denial sim. i still can’t believe that you used that dumb excuse to break up with y/n because you’re moving schools.”

jake sighed, agreeing with his friend. he’s right, jake was moving schools and he couldn’t tell you in person.

jake didn’t have the guts to say in front of you. he instead decided to make you angry instead so both of you can move on easily.

the $100 bill? jay’s wallet.

“jake,” jay spoke, leaning closer to jake’s ear when he witnessed a sad pout from his friend.

“win her back.” jake’s eyes sparkled.

-

“i really don’t like mr. kim. he’s such a pain in the ass giving us math packets each week. he should be focusing his time working out instead.” beomgyu rolled his eyes, taking a chip from your bag before munching it.

you giggled lightly with that comment because you agree with him. “i know right! he’s such a pain of an ass when it’s all due next week- which reminds me i haven’t done 5.2 yet and it’s due tonight.” you groaned at the sudden reminder, making your head hurt.

you lowered your head, already imagining the stress of doing those annoying packets.

you felt beomgyu’s hand in your hair, slowly rubbing your head which caught you off guard.

“let’s stop talking about statistics then, do you wanna dance?” beomgyu offered, looking at you with gentleness. you nodded, maybe you do need a distraction.

“i would love that.” giggles erupted from the both of you after you kept staring at him.

beomgyu grabbed your hand, leading you to a group of people dancing and the music getting louder.

your body instantly grooved to the music. even if you looked silly, you looked silly with that pretty little dress of yours. beomgyu was in front of you dancing which made him let go of his hand on yours.

for a while of constant dancing and grooving, you felt a body behind you. you assumed that it was beomgyu so you didn’t mind. it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

you were having fun. you were into it. well too into it.

a hand slithered around your hip, not doing anything. it was just there but it erupted a flame within you. beomgyu or not, you just hope it was a hot guy.

another hand was on your hip. both hands slowly swaying you with the music as you followed along. the guy behind you, came closer. you can smell subtle scent of cotton and musk as you kept dancing close to him. you felt him dancing along with you, keeping you close when his breath was in your ear and your back touching his chest.

you kept giggling like a little girl even though you didn’t drink. you felt like you’re drunk however.

“beomgyu you’re so good at-" you turned around and see the person you never wanted to see in your life.

after that intense song ended, a more chill song came up but it was still hyping the crowd. people started to leave the circle, leaving space between you and jake.

jake’s hand still was placed onto your hips but he didn’t dare to move it. “beomgyu?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, staring at his eyes. whenever you talked to him, you always stare at his eyes because it was mesmerizing. unfortunately you can’t help due to the reflection of the lights onto his eyes.

your tone wasn’t full of spite but rather annoyed.

“shouldn’t i be asking you that princess?” you can’t believe he still uses that nickname on you. you hate it how it easily slips out his mouth naturally and gives you butterflies.

“i’m having fun.” you don’t know why you’re talking to him. you shouldn’t be talking to him.

“with beomgyu?” jake asked. you noticed a shift in his tone; bitter. you can see his fav features harden.

“mhm happily.” you poked a hole with a small smile, filled with venom. jake snickered, the tip of his tongue touching his lips.

“i’m leaving, you said it’s embarrassing to be with me.” you removed his hands from your hips, walking away to find beomgyu, heck even mark if he’s nearby.

“no,” jake grabbed your wrist, making your body turn to him. “let’s talk.” jake proposed. you gave him a confused stare. talk about what?

“no. i don’t want to talk to you again.” you tried to let go of his grip but he kept holding on, smirking when you seem to be struggling letting go. you knew he was stronger but eh, it was an attempt.

“jake? jake!” jake was dragging you to a nearby room, pushing people that was in his way. you noticed the surprised glances when jake was holding your wrist because of your abrupt breakup. you kept screaming, “let go!” but there was no used because one, jake gets what he wants and two, people are having fun. they could seem to less care and be in anyone’s business.

“are you fucking kidding me!?” you screamed directly at jake’s face when he pulled you into, what seems to be a guest room. jake didn’t listen as he locks the door behind him. “wow okay even the door! might as well jump off of a cliff!” you kept screaming at him because you were annoyed. you can tell he’s gonna ruin your night.

“pretty dress you got on.” his eyes scanned you up and downS “is that how beomgyu decided to talk to you?” jake stood in front of you with having the audacity to cross his arms in front of you. you scoffed at the gesture especially how pissed he sounded. he can’t be the one being pissed.

“awe, did i take your fun away from you?” jake pouted, mocking you for the lack of response.

“i’m sorry baby,” he inched closer to you but you kept glaring at him.

man fuck jake for looking this handsome.

“but, you can more fun with me. i think i’m more fun to be with instead of talking with that nerd.” jake tilted his head to the side with a sly smirk, hands creeping around your hip.

there was a loud smack, making jake speechless as he felt the throbbing of his cheek. he cursed internally at the pain.

you stood there, even surprised with your own action. you couldn’t hear the music from afar anymore, for it was replaced by your loud heart beat.

“how pathetic can you be?” you spoke. you sounded sad yet genuine because two weeks ago jake broke up with you and now it seems that he wants you back?

you keep reminding him that he only got to be with you because of a bet.

you lowered your head, sighing at the deafening silence. you decided to leave, ready to leave the party as well and cry going home.

“y/n-“ you felt jake’s hand on your wrist. you turned around, pointing straight at him.

“don’t fucking touch me!”

jake swore he got goosebumps and cold sweats when you cursed at him. he came frozen when you looked at him dead in the eyes.

jake looked at you and his gaze softened. you had angry tears ready to burst and your cheeks becoming red from vexation. jake can tell you’ve been hurting for days - how you’re trying to be strong and move on but really, you can’t.

jake was genuine in the relationship. everything that he did, was true. he cherishes you and he still loves you.

“i’m tired jake.” he can hear your desperation. “i’m tired of dealing with this. of you.” tears spilled but you didn’t let it phase you. “i don’t know why you’re here when you broke up with me! what else do you want from me? play with me more!? you don’t even love me-”

“i do!”

you felt like the world took a pause on you when you hear the words you didn’t expect to here. you felt your heart dropped at his sudden comment. you thought that you were dreaming.

“w-what?” you stuttered. you saw jake’s eyes softening, his emotion rather showing sincerity.

“fuck y/n i still love you.” jake spoke again. “even after our breakup, i still love you. think of you. care about you. everyday my heart still aches of you even though i initiated the breakup i just still can’t stop thinking of you. i regretted it. ever since i said those words to you.”

jake exhaled, his eyebrows furrowing at his words. he was processing what he just said, hoping you took it seriously.

but you were overwhelmed. you felt dizzy. you wanted to breathe and go anywhere your feet take you but not be in this room with your ex.

you shook your head, whimpering. “you don’t love me jake.” you cried. you didn’t want him to show this side of you. you walked to the door, past jake.

before you even put your hand on the cold door handle, you felt his warmth onto your body. he was hugging you from behind, tightly even burying his head into your neck. you were crying even more when the feeling of him touching you resurfaced. you missed his touch.

“i’m genuinely sorry y/n - i just had issues and i know that’s not an excuse but i wasn’t kidding when i said that i love you.” your back shivered when you hear jake’s deep voice in your ear.

you sniffled, “what issue? how big of an issue to make me hurt like this?” jake’s heart ache when he heard your voice crack while breaking down.

“i’m moving schools. i’m going back to australia.” jake finally said it. “i didn’t want to see you cry because i’m moving- i only acted that way because i’d rather let you hate me and move on quickly than to see you miserable, but i-i couldn’t handle it.” you hear jake sniffle but you were scared. you didn’t know if what he was saying was true but you can tell whether or not jake was telling the truth.

“you’re such a dickhead. why could’ve not you said it sooner?” you opened your palms and cried on them. heck, you don’t even care if people outside hear your sobs that’s not what’s important right now.

“fuck, you’re just moving schools shit i just-“ you hiccuped between your sobs, praying that your waterproof mascara and eyeliner isn’t making you look an ugly mess.

jake stood in front of you, making you feel empty when he stopped hugging you for a hot second. “y/n.” his hands lightly gripped your wrists, wanting to look at you but you persisted.

“y/n look at me.” jake softly said, trying look at you but you kept crying. he saw your lips trembling and tears streaming down your face. “y/n i still love you. everything in our relationship was real. i still want to be with you but i don’t know if you wanted long distance…” he softly whispered to you.

“you bastard!” you suddenly outburst, making jake flinched. you had your hands fly out, smacking him once again. “relationships are supposed to be a mutual thing! you’re so selfish you didn’t even ask me what i thought of it! we agreed that we should share everything to each other and you just didn’t acknowledge me- gosh! care for me my ass!” you kept scolding at jake who nodded along to your words.

“you’re right y/n i’m such a jerk..” he lowered your head, ashamed at himself. you lowered your finger that was pointing at him.

you stood still, pouting at jake. he took a glance at you, “gosh you’re still a crybaby, come here.” he opened his arms. it was tempting to hug him, to be in his arms again.

you miss him deeply. especially with that smile of his. “this bitch..” you muttered before coming straight to him.

jake hugged you tight like a delicate flower, pecking your forehead. it caused you to bury your face more into his chest, tickling him.

“i want you back y/n, please let me be with you.” jake was begging at his point to be with you. you giggled at his desperation as he was playing with your new black hair.

“sorry about your shirt,” you lifted your head, cringing at the stain. “it’s a bit messy-”

before you can continue your sentence, jake decided to kiss you. kiss you like it’s the end of the world. you felt his hands tighten on your waist and you felt out of breath when he was tilting his head to make the kiss deeper.

fuck you miss his lips.

jake misses yours, more than you can think.

jake pulled away, staring at your eyes with affection and love. “i love you.” he leaned closer to you again. you smiled at him, arms wrapping around his neck, massaging his head. “i love you too.” you kissed him back.

you were focused on the kiss, on jake. you didn’t care about anyone else but him, his body pressed on you.

both of your bodies bounced on the bed behind you. both of you giggled in the kiss as jake was craving more.

-

you woke up from your phone alarm. your head was throbbing at the sudden noise from your phone. you shut it off, groaning and stretching in your bed.

no, you and jake didn’t do the deed. rather he offered to take you home in his car. he dropped you off home and even walked you to the door, your parents surprised at the sudden appearance of him and you together.

you got a text message from jake, making your heart jump,

“so my parents told me we aren’t moving anymore…”

-

@yizhoutv

dog whisperer. | sim jaeyun

jake sim x fem reader

synopsis: maybe dogs do bring people together, especially towards your new neighbor.

includes: 890 words | neighbors x friends | fluff!! | dogs know what’s up 😏

extra: i finally know how to make a mood board…. so now it won’t look wonky whenever i post .. he.. he.. | i made this when i was sad lol | jake is very boy next door coded <3 | i’m so delusional for this man (i still love sunghoon)

likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“i’m gonna walk bella.” you shouted across the room to your mother who was in the kitchen making diner. you shouted enough to hope that she heard you as you finished dressing to your cocker spaniel to prevent her from being dirty. you smiled at her when she’s patiently waiting to be dressed.

“alright y/n, just go where the grass is, bella likes it there the most.” your mom informed you as she was cutting up vegetables. you hummed as a reply. 

before you put on a leash, you put on your headphone so you can be in bubble space when walking bella. 

you were all set to walk bella as she kept barking at you to hurry up. you giggled at your dog running to the door, “okay okay bella i heard you!” you locked her with the leash and finally went outside. 

after walking bella for 10 minutes, around the neighborhood block. you were heading back home once night was settling in. 

as it was in the middle of autumn, it was kind of chilly to walk around with a sweater and shorts however it didn’t concern as your eyes were occupied of the scenery with the leaves crumpled into piles on the floor and sunset reflecting on your skin. 

it was raining two days again yet you still smell it’s crispiness. you cringed upon your imagination to step onto a puddle with your shoes on and letting the water seep into your socks. 

as something disrupts your thoughts, you immediately become alarmed when you see a big yellow dog from the yard. with your instincts you carried bella into your arms as you were intimidated by the size difference; that yellow dog was 2x the size of bella! 

“where is your owner??” you mumbled to yourself and the dog who seemed to be interested in you and bella. bella’s eyes keep looking at the dog but stayed in your arms. 

there was a young boy who came out of the yard, looking hysterically around. “layla!” he called out, grabbing the attention of you and the dog that’s named layla. 

you were speechless of his beauty. your eyes trailed to his every action and your heart stopped when he kneeled in front of you, petting the dog. 

he was wearing black sweatpants, black puffer, black shirt - just straight up black everything including his hair color yet it looked so attractive on him.

he finally looked up to you and you nearly stumbled with the eye contact. 

he smiled. “i’m sorry but she likes to run around often.” he chuckles and you are intrigued at how deep it was. you’re still speechless trying to process this handsome this boy was in front of you, you wondered if he was engraved by the gods.

“oh..” you whispered to yourself, trying to think what you should say. you saw the boy stand up and your heart started to beat faster at how tall he is. “she’s cute.” you mentioned seeing the yellow dog smiling widely while sitting down.

“thank you! her name is layla, she’s a cream border collie.” you noticed how he ruffled his dog, making her lean into his touch on his leg. he giggled. 

“how about your dog?” his eyes laid onto the small dog in your hands. you realized you’re still holding bella. “hi cutie..” your heart fluttered when he tried to make eye contact to your dog, speaking to bella softly as bella whines, trying to escape from your arms which caught you off guard. 

“her name is bella, she’s a cocker spaniel like from the movie lady and the tramp.” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“she?” he questioned, looking at you but you couldn’t handle it still so you kept looking and petting bella. you nodded.

you noticed how his eyes lights up. “bella and layla can be friends then!” you looked at layla. “be nice layla..” he spoke to her gently as it seems like layla got the message. 

you slowly put bella down, keeping the leash close to you in case anything happens. you noticed how the two sniffled each other and then suddenly wagged their tails together. you were surprised at how they quickly got along. 

“oh i think they like each other.” you smiled at the two dogs bonding as you heard a yeah from him beside you. 

“i’m jake by the way.” he suddenly mentioned. you turned your body, looking up at him and he smiled at you. you heart warmed at how sweet he was looking. “i’m new here.” he added.

“i’m y/n.” you didn’t give back exactly the same energy but you were smiling at him shyly. then your eyebrows perked up. “new?” you questioned as he nodded.

“yeah my family and i moved back from korea,” jake shifted his body, pointing to a house that seemed to be close to you. “the red one.. right there.” he stated and it made your jaw drop because your house was next to his.

“that’s funny, i’m the one right next to yours, the white one.” you mentioned, giggling as jake looked surprised with his eyes widened and his jaw open, replicating your expression. 

“hi new neighbor,” you spoke, sparing a smile to him. you hope that will be the start of sharing more smiles with him. “jake.”

~~~A BOY WHO~~~

Lee Heeseung fiction

Part 1

Author's pov:

"Dear diary

Seems like a story about a boy who never found his happiness" he wrote while wiping away his tears. He was tired of everything. Tired of school.Tired of family.Tired of friends.Tired of his life.

Suddenly he took of his shirt, got the scissors from his table. He looked at his scars that remind him of the pain he went through his whole life, he looked at the wet pages of his diary that tell him about his hard life and then he looked out of the window. Spring. A season when everything wakes up. Everything wakes up again. After cold and freezing winter everything finds strength and wakes up again forgetting about past. Starting everything again. There was time when those trees with green leaves looked like a stick but now... There was no sun and no hope that sun will come up soon and now...

Tears fell dow from his eyes. He felt happy. Something told him to give second chance to his life. Give a second chance and start everything again. From new page.

The bell rang. Everyone was in the classroom. Heeseung too. He was always smiling and happy boy to everyone but no one knew the truth. Though it was obvious. Always wearing long sleeves, always sitting alone, avoiding eye contact. The teacher entered the classroom but he wasn't alone. There was a girl behind him. She wore their school uniform but no one had seen her before. She was shortie. Black hair with bangs. Cute boba eyes and pink plump lips.

" She's cute" Heeseung thought himself.

Your pov:

- okay Y/N, here's your class. Can you introduce yourself?

- Yes Mr. Park. I can

The teacher guided me to the classroom. When me entered everyone's eyes were on me.

- Hi everyone, I'm L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.- I said awkwardly

- okay now go and sit somewhere- the teacher Sait to me. I noticed the last seat next to a boy that was free. So I sat there.

As an introvert I didn't even say hi to my seatmate and he did the same.

His pov:

" She sat next to me. Omg. Okay Heeseung don't do anything embarrassing. Don't talk a lot. Just don't talk." I told myself. She is beautiful. Her dark hair reminds me of night sky. Her puffy blush cheeks looked so soft that I already wanted to pinch them. WAIT?! I REALLY DID THAT??!! SHIT

Your pov

I was listening to the teacher when felt that someone pinched my cheeks. I turned around and saw the boy next to me. He looks good.

- what are you doing ? -i whispered to him

- oh. .... Um... Sorry i- I don't know . Just.... Your cheeks .....- he whispered

- What my cheeks ? What's with them? Is there something? - I panicked

- N-no... Just ... They're- he was cut off by the teacher

- Y/N and Heeseung silence- the teacher yelled

So his name is Heeseung. But what he wanted to say about my cheeks. I'll ask later.

The class ended. When I was done packing my things I noticed that Heeseung was already gone.

So I had to look for him. I was running through corridor when I noticed him next to his locker.

His pov:

I was getting my books when I heard someone's heavy breathing. I couldn't see anyone, so I just closed my locker. But behind the locker door was Y/N trying to catch her breath.

- Are you okay?- I asked her

- Yeh I'm okay Heeseung- she said still catching breath. Heeseung? She knows my name? How? She asked anyone? Maybe I was interesting for her?

- How do you know my name? - I asked out of interest

- The teacher said- she said already calmed down. My expectations were wrong. What's this feeling? Why do I feel it? I started to think...

- Hey, Earth to Heeseung. Are you there?- she said snapping her fingers in front of my face

-oh, um yes. What did you wanted to say?

- I just have a question- she said. I didn't say anything and stood there with blank expression.

She sighed. Guess she wanted me something to say.

- What did you wanted to say earlier. About my cheeks.- she said looking down.

-Oh, I wanted to say that your cheeks look cute- i felt embarrassed. Her too. But why.

- o, thanks....-i could see her blush- i-is that all?

- yeah?- I said not looking in her eyes.

- ok then, bye. See you tomorrow - she said running away.

Y/N pov:

His words made me blush really hard. But I never blushed before......

DATES WITH ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE

Pairing: bf!enha!hyung line x afab!reader

Genre: flufffffff

Warnings: kissing, fluffy fluff

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Heeseung 🎤🎧🎶

- karaoke date

It was the first week of your relationship and he decided to take you on a date.

- Y/N-ah where do you want to spend your first date? - he sat next to you

- mmm... I don't know. I let you to choose.- you said and turned off your phone.

- okay then we are going to karaoke date.- He said and got up

you had fun there. At first you were shy to sing but then Heeseung turned on your fav song so you couldn't resist and sang with him.

- Y/N your voice is angelic- he said making you blush.

Jay 👗✨🌃

-restaurant date

He told you that he has a surprise for you. Also he told you to wear a fancy dress. When he saw you in that dress he couldn't stop staring at you.

- Is there something wrong?- you asked confused

- no ,it's just you are too pretty- he said smiling

During the whole way to restaurant you both didn't talk. When you came to the place you two had dinner blah blah blah blah blah blah.

- Thanks for dinner Jay

- Thanks for coming - he said hugging your waist and kissing your lips.

Jake 🎥🎬🍿

- movie date

He told you to go to his place so you can watch a movie. He let you choose the movie and brought the popcorn.

When the kissing scene came up you looked at each other and he leaned for a kiss. His kiss was passionate and soft. When you pulled out you blushed.

- cute- he whispered to himself.

Sunghoon ⛸️❄️🌨️

- ice skating date (ofc)

You agreed thought you don't know how to skate. You were always holding Sunghoon's hands so you won't fall. But as always you were clumsy so you fell. You pulled Sunghoon with you and he fell on top of you. He looked in your eyes for seconds and kissed you. You answered to his kiss.

- your lips are so soft Y/N

- stop~

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Hey~

I'm back. Sry I'm kinda late. I had 7 exams. And that shi was stressing. But now I'll try to be active

Love ya<3

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Pairing: bf!enha!hyungline x afab!reader

Warnings: mentions of kissing, mention of break up, suggestive(kinda), cringy pick up lines, tell me if they're more

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Pairing: non.idol!Jake × afab!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Authors note: sorry for not writing anything for soooo long, I'll try my best to be more active. According to vote results here's the fic with Jake. Enjoy ~

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* chat *

Jake: so...

Y/n: ?

Jake: what about a date?

Y/n: when?

Jake: eh.. next Sunday, only if you're ok with it

Y/n: yeah, but where are we going to go?

Jake: well, first we'll go for a walk, then I'll take you somewhere special

Y/n: where?

Jake: secret

Y/n: ok, so Next Sunday, 17:30 at our place?

Jake: sounds perfect

*Time skip because the writer doesn't know what happened *

It was that Sunday when he was supposed to take her for a walk and then to that special place. They were meeting at their usual place. The fact that they have already developed "their" place made her heart (go bum chiki bum) race like a roller coaster. She was worried about the new place she didn't even know a word about, while he was nervous to take her there. Well it's somewhere he'd only visit all by himself, whenever he needed comfort.

He was standing there looking at his shoes thinking about topics to discuss with her when he heard footsteps and looked up. It was her. It was her wearing that simple yet flattering black coat, that pointed out her sharp features, her perfect nose, her plump lips which were definitely rubbed by cherry lip balm several times, oh how he wanted to kiss them, make sure they're marked as his, her eye bags that pointed out her Ocean blue eyes in which he could drown for hours, her dark eyeliner which was supposed to make her appearance darker but for him, she still was that cute girl he could fall for over and over again, not regretting a single time. And she smiled. Oh that smile. It never failed to make him go crazy, want to hug her closer to his heart, squeeze her to let her know about the love he held for her, kiss her face, cause she was so perfect. Her imperfections made her so so perfect, her impurities made her so so pure and lovable. How could he show her the love he held in his human sized heart.

- Hey- she said, trying to catch her breath. Well öbviously. She was rushing to meet him. Woke up hours earlier than usual, did pilates and workout, ate breakfast, got dressed, did her simple yet breathtaking makeup. Yes, that's what he made her do.

- hey- he said smiling. Just smiling. Oh how his heart was aching cause he couldn't kiss her lips or even hug her. - let's go-

Their walks were still nervous. He wanted to hold her hand and she wanted him to hold her hand. But they didn't know about that. They'd comfort each other, talk about shit that happened to their kid selves and laugh realising their trauma causes. Maybe that's how they show their love. But that's definitely not only how they wanted to show love.

- where are we going?- she asked confused when he turned the other way

- special place- he said smiling. Now sure that she's the one he will take there.- I'm sure you'll like it

- love the confidence- she commented as both shared laugh

- heyy, is it your house?- she stopped and questioned when they were about to enter a building

- no dummy, I don't live in garage

They climbed up the stairs and reached a tiny door. The kind of door that usually takes either to dwarf world either to rooftop. Obviously it was NOT dwart world.

-oh- she sighed when she saw the view. Nothing special, just a rooftop. But the sunrset that they could see. Just the two of them sitting on the rooftop watching the sunset

You guys are sitting on the rooftop, watching the sunset. He suddenly looks at you. So you turn to look at him back. He smiles and you smile back in your awkward smile and ask him if there's something wrong. But he just laughs and shakes his head. He leans closer, your lips almost touching. Your breath hitches when he looks at your cherry red lips and says " can I " . You gulp and nod. He leans closer making one last eye contact before connecting your lips together. The kiss was smooth and passionate he put his palm on your cheek while yours was on his muscular chest. After he pulls off and looks at you adoringly and whispers on your lips " you're gorgeous"

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•••CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW•••

Pairing: non.idol!Jungwon × Afab!reader

Gerne: kinda angst, fluff, tw cigarettes

Warnings: CIGARETTES, SMOKING, PLEASE DON'T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE

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- not again, not again, not- her thoughts got cut off when a hand waved beside her face

- you alright? - he asked as he noticed fear plastered on her pale face

-y-yeah just... Tired- great excuse.ofc he would believe her it's 3am

- then go to bed, If anything I'm outside- he said making sure to not break eye contact. That's when he reached the balcony door as she called

- where are you going?

- to smoke - he sighed, and opened the door. The cold air hit his body. It was his tradition to smoke before bed. And she knew it. Why would she ask? Didn't she know? Did she forget? His thoughts were all about her while she was sitting on the edge of their bed and thinking of it. She didn't want to. But she needed to. But Ur wasn't right. But nothing else could help. But how? He'll notice. Hell nah she's not going to do that. No no no. And that's it. She's standing in front of the balcony door looking at his muscular figure though the thin glass. She could see the smoke coming out of the cigarette. The little light was calling her.

- Do you have a spare one?- the question got him out of his thoughts.

- what?- his brain couldn't function properly

- cigarette. Do you have spare cigarettes? - she asked once again feeling her limbs get colder. Not because it was freezing nigh in January but because of his gaze. Oh that fucking gaze. They've been dating for a while but still she wasn't able to read that gaze. Was he mad? Was he confused? What's next? His right hand moved. Is he going to hit her? So many questions spinning in her head making her dizzy

- here- her eyes moved to his hand. Here it is. That box. The box she'd never seen in his hands. But she could smell it. Both of them smoke. It's just that she brushes her teeth after. And he lets that venom slip into her lungs every single time. But what she didn't know Is that he could still taste it when they kissed.

- thanks- she mumbled and gave him the box back.

- oh yeah- he chuckled lowly after awkward silence when she was waiting for the lighter.- here

- thanks- again. She said the same word twice. What will he think? Will he think she's bored? But she's not. Is he insecure? Is he embarrassed? Why didn't he scold me ? I'm smoking after all. Has he already seen me smoking? Has anyone told him? And here we go again. Thoughts making her dizzy. She shuts her eyes close.

- so pretty - he mumbles exhaling the gray smoke

-huh? - she opened her eyes and looked at him.

- so pretty- he said a little louder not making eye contact.- even when smoking

- are you mad?- finally. She Said it. The relief she feels after letting those 3 words out.

- Yeah- he turns his head the other way. Avoiding her and her innocent eyes- this is the last time you're doing it

- can't promise- she says going back to inhaling the substance both knew very well was killing them

- are you kidding?- he looked at her. Finally. They made eye contact. But obviously he was mad. He was confused. He was mad. He was sad. - I said it's the last time

- Okay- she answered throwing the cigarette out.

- come here- he said doing the same with his poisonous treat and opening his arms. They hugged. Both knowing it was not the last time

First snow, hot choco

Pairing: non.idol!Niki × non.idol!reader

Genre: fluff

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Oh it was cold. It was a snowy storm. White nothing was the only thing seen out of the classroom window.

- We have physics class today, right?- she asked turning to him.

- nope- he said not even looking in her eyes. Obviously it was something he did. How could they randomly cancel the class.

- we do actually- a guy from the back answered.

- why are you lying? - she asked with the gaze of a murderer.

- I'm not. WE I mean me and you. We're not going to that class toda- and that's when she interrupted him

- what do you mean? You never asked me if I wanted to skip the class? Is thi- she was stopped by him smashing his lips on hers

- can you shut up and listen for once?- he said pulling off- I talked to the teacher. We're going somewhere better.

Soon she was dragged out of the building. The cold air hitting her soft cheeks making them even more red. They walked to somewhere she didn't know.

- where are you taking me?- she said trying to move her hair away from her face

- I'm taking to a basement so no one can hear you while I chop your head off- he said with a loving smile and moved that strand of hair behind her ear.

- finally- she murmured

- I'm joking, let's go to the rooftop again

.....

-Don't mind him okay? -he assured her while cupping her rosy cold cheeks

- yeah, it would be great if we got to the rooftop- she sighed remembering how an old man scolded both of them- it's really cold tho- she complained again rubbing her hands together with the hope of getting a little warmer. Well it started to snow unexpectedly. And they weren't prepared.

- you know what?- he said after looking at his shoes for a while- let's get hot chocolate. How does that sound?

- I like it- she said smiling

- well then, catch me if you can Mrs. Shortie- he said and started running away From her

-and I'm in love with him- she mumbled to herself and started chasing him

Soon after they were at the cafe waiting for their order

- here, this is yours- he said handing her the paper cup. The smell had filled their lungs ( just like the love their hearts)

- let's go outside

She sipped her chocolate as he watched her with loving eyes. A little bit of chocolate was left on her upper lip. "Cute" he thought to himself. He didn't even tell her about that. He liked how messy she could be with him. He looked at her soft hair that now had tiny snowflakes. And that's when it hit him. It's the first snow if the year. That means they'll last forever.

- it's still cold- she started complaining again, not liking the sudden change of weather at all.

- let's go to the store while I catch you a taxi

- you really don't have to

- come onnn. Let me do my job- that was the moment when she realised he's her man. Her one and only. Only hers and no one elses. Those thoughts made her smile unconsciously.

- it's almost here. Now my treat- he said looking up from his phone

- what? - she made her iconic confused face. Oh how much he loved her small cute face that was able to show the emotions she'd never talk about.

- my treat

- you want... A kiss?

- yes please and faster the driver is waiting- he said as she tiptoed to connect their lips.

- now go- he slightly pushed he to the car. As the Gentleman he is he payed for her drive and now was waiting for her text

*chat*

You: I hate you

Niki: what's wrong pretty

You: there is a big choco stain on my upper lip, and you didn't even say a thing

Niki: you were too cute

You: you're no help you know?

Niki: but you still love me

You: thank you for today

Niki: of course, it was the first snow

You: I hate the snow

Niki: and I love you too

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bf! jake who...

pairings: boyfriend jake x female reader

warnings: none (i think) just a bit of skinship

genre: fluff

wc: 304

a/n: my first post! please dont forget to like and reblog.

bf! jake who intentionally leaves his stuff at your place just so he has a reason to see you

bf! jake who never uses your name at all, once he gets comfortable enough with you he'll always be calling you "princess, angel, my girl, my love, ect..."

bf! jake who loves being so close to you, he finds comfort in touching you in any kind of way and he loves it more when you do the same thing

bf! jake who never has to start an argument or fight with you cuz he always says "if a bad bitch tells me to do something I just do as she says"

bf! jake who would be all smiles and giggles when he sees you and layla together and he calls you both "my two favourite girls"

bf! jake who always texts you about every single thing he does when he is on tour because he wants to feel like you're there with him

bf! jake who makes playlists of songs that reminds him of you

bf! jake who can never stop talking about you that his members almost know everything going on in your life

bf! jake who brings back cute little gifts for you everytime he's on tour because "they reminded me of you!"

bf! jake who will call you before you sleep and after you wake up when he's on tour just so he can start/end his day with you

bf! jake who will always make a fuss every morning because he doesn't want to wake up to go to work (he just wants to stay in your arms all day why is that so hard..)

bf! jake who will ask you to watch a movie with him but he'll fall asleep in your arms as soon as the movie starts

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bet. (part 2)

pairing: jake x female reader

warning: angst, hurt/comfort, eventually fluff, one kiss, use of 'y/n'

genre: angst, fluff

wc: 1.1K

a/n: this is a bit rushed im sorry. I wanted to make it a sad ending but I can't bear to see them suffer more than this </3

part 1

It's been 2 weeks, and Jake felt like smashing his head into the nearest wall, and his phone too. With the amount of times he has heard the same robotic voice coming from his phone over and over again he feels like he's going crazy.

The number you dialled cannot be reached at the moment, please try aga—

Jake threw his phone to the bed as he watched it bounce before settling on his pillow, he totally was going crazy. he knows he fucked up and he wanted nothing more than to apologise to you, he knows you didn't deserve what he did to you but he can't let you know that he is really sorry when he can't even get to talk to you because you probably blocked him on all of your social media since he couldn't reach any of them, and with your overprotective best friend he couldn't even get to see you at all, and that was driving Jake mad.

He took out the bottle of alcohol he had hidden in his bedroom, and didn't even get a glass before he had already drunk half of the bottle. He had nothing on his mind other than you, Jake did a lot of stupid things like the bet that involved you which he totally regrets, and right now his thoughts of showing up to your house is the stupidest thought he's ever thought of, and in his drunken state of course he's going to do just that.

you were laying on the couch trying to find an interesting movie to watch to get your mind off Jake. It's been 2 weeks but you couldn't stop thinking about him, maybe the fact that you've been just a stupid bet all this time have been hurting you so much but there's also the fact that the time you've spent with Jake has been the happiest you've ever been, you don't regret dating him.

your thoughts got cut off when the doorbell rang and a sudden loud banging on the door made you flinch and get up from the couch, wiping your tears while making your way to the door. You weren't expecting anyone, your parents are on a vacation and Yunjin is spending the night at her boyfriend's house, your mind was racing at the thought of who can be behind the door.

as you opened the door slowly, your heart dropped at the person behind the door, you felt your tears coming back, you wanted to scream, shout, yell. But you held it all back when you looked at the familiar tired eyes staring right back at you “Y/N…” as soon as you heard him talk you felt yourself come back to reality, your brows furrowed and tried slamming the door in his face but Jake was much faster and slipped inside before it can close. “What are you doing here!! get out before I start screaming.”

“woah! we don't have to go that far, just listen to me please give me a chance to explain myself..” you can see the tears forming in his eyes threatening to fall, you knew if you didn't look away now you'll cave in to his pleads and you were going to until you smelled the alcohol reeking of him, “Jake.. are you drunk?” you said, your full body is on guard now having your ex boyfriend forcing himself into your house drunk wanting to explain himself isn't an everyday thing.

“no? I mean yes but please I just want to apologise. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep going on with my day like this.” Jake stated as he went forward all he wanted to do right now was hug you and cry in your arms, he wanted everything to go back to normal he can get on his knees right now and beg for your forgiveness, he'll do anything if it means you'll forgive him. he wanted to kiss you and tell you how sorry he is over and over again, but the hurt look in your eyes, keeps reminding him of how badly he fucked up and he wasn't leaving today until he made everything right.

“apologise about what? about the fact you've hurt me? lied to me? faked your love for some stupid bet? you've already done enough Jake what more do you want from me.”

“I know this is so messed up, I won't lie to you. I know it was all just a bet but I fell in love with you. I was gonna tell you sooner but I couldn't bring myself to do it and it's such a low move from me but I was scared of this happening. scared of you leaving me. please I'll make it up to you, I promise I'll do anything. Anything, just don't ignore me anymore. I'll apologise a hundred times if it means you give me one more chance to show you how much I love you and how much I'm really sorry.”

By now Jake was crying. “I'm sorry.” He mumbled again, but as you looked down to process everything he just said, Jake could no longer fight the temptation to pull you into his chest. When you didn't pull back, which surprised him, he pulled you in tighter and started combing his fingers in your hair. He immediately stopped when he heard you sniffing and looked at you just to see you crying.

He pulled you in again resting your head on his chest while his head is resting on your head trying to calm each other down. “I promise you I'll make it up to you even if it takes you years to forgive me, I'll never give up on you, on us.” you finally looked up at him chuckling at his words “you're an idiot Jake sim, I shouldn't forgive you this quickly but you're too cute not to.” Jake felt like he could die at any moment right now, hearing you say you forgive him made him feel like he's done the impossible.

“Wait you're for real? omg please tell me you're not joking, do you really forgive me?” you laughed at his shocked face, holding his face in your hands “I do. But don't think it'll be this easy, you'll have to work to gain my love again.”

“I'll do anything.”

you hug him again as none of you talk relishing the silence in eachothers arms. “I know you want to ask something, what is it?” you stated the obvious as you felt him flinch, he hesitated a but before he asked “can I kiss you?” you grinned at his question and you pulled his head closer to yours “you don't have to ask silly.” As soon as these words left your mouth his lips smashed against yours, you smiled through the kiss yearning for more of him. But right now you couldn't ask for more, and you can't help but think that maybe meeting Jake wasn't so bad after all.

"You taste like soju, how much did you drink?"

"shut up" he mumbled as you laughed.

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synopsis :: secretly dating your boyfriend Jake for 4 months, no one knows other than your long time best friend. It made you feel wary of her when rumors started spreading around about her and jake dating, she promised you she has nothing to do with Jake, and your boyfriend claims he doesn't even like your best friend... Who will you believe tho? will the truth come to light? How did these rumors even begin?

pairing :: jake sim x female reader

warnings :: highschool au, angsttttt, fluff, comfort, happy ending, cheating, cursing, reader's best friend is a bitch :/, jake and reader are both so inlove, like they're down bad for eachother, reader overthinks alot.

a/n :: I got this idea while rewatching 'marry my husband' so- I'm kinda proud of this one idkkk. please don't forget to like and reblog :)

taglist :: @luvvsnae @lovelymelon

It's already been 4 months since you and Jake started dating, it isn't a lot but Jake never made you regret dating him, he shows his love for you in so many unique ways which only made you love him for it. You both have been taking it slow and not rushing anything, as you discussed with him how you wanted to keep the relationship a secret, he didn't mind it at all as long as everyone knew you were taken somehow.

As you were making your way to the last class for today you saw Jake running your way which made you stop in your tracks, he came up to you and pulled you in the nearest storage room looking around the hallway making sure no one saw you both before closing the door, you saw him trying to speak but kept getting interrupted trying to catch his breath. “Jake, are you okay? what happened?” as he caught his breath he looked at you with his shining beautiful brown eyes “ do you think you can come watch me practice after class? you know, with the tournaments coming up. and after I'm done with practice I'll even take you out”

He said with a wink ending his sentence, you chuckled before answering “of course I'll come I love watching you play even though I get bored waiting all alone..” you paused before you thought of something “maybe I'll bring nayeon to keep me busy while waiting for you.” When you ended your sentence Jake's smile slowly faltered which made you hurriedly say “only if it's okay with you, I still see how quiet you get around her. you know? if you're uncomfortable with me bringing her around I can stop.”

“oh no it's okay.. I don't really mind, don't worry about it”

“okay! I'll see you at practice then, I'm gonna be late to class”

he pulled you in a brief kiss, “bye babe.” he said as he watched you leave the storage room with a smile on his face

When school finished and you were going out of class after you finished packing up, you saw Nayeon waiting for you, you were going to run up to her when you heard two girls talk about Jake, but that wasn't what caught your attention but rather hearing your boyfriend and best friend names together. “omg! In math class I heard somin say that Jake and nayeon are dating"

"huh? really?”

“yes, I won't be surprised if they actually are they would make such a cute couple”

“mhm, they're both so pretty but i didn't hear anything about them dating, how did somin get to know this”

“apparently someone caught them both together alone at sunghoon's party”

when you heard the last sentence you felt speechless, this must be some joke… Jake won't do this to me.. not even nayeon…. would she? your thoughts stopped as soon as you saw nayeon running up to you, you dried your unshed tears in a hurry and heard nayeon ask “are you okay? why are you crying?”

“crying? I'm not, something just came in my eyes but don't worry about it, Jake said he wanted me to wait for him at practice because he's taking me out after, come wait with me?”

you heard nayeon scoff and say jokingly “I wanted to stay over at yours today, why does Jake always have to come in between my plans” you laughed “maybe another time.”

When you made your way there, you can already hear the sound of the ball hitting the ground miles away. You got in and found a seat to wait at while searching for Jake. When you locked eyes with him you smiled at how enthusiastic and pretty he looked while playing, though your thoughts got cut off when you heard nayeon say “I'm still here you know!” you felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly apologize “right- I'm sorry I just can't help it” you saw her roll her eyes and that's when you remembered what those girls were gossiping about and thought “nayeon loves me I don't think she would do that to me, maybe it's just a stupid rumor someone made up” you looked up at nayeon and smiled widely and started talking about the school work.

When Jake was done with practice he went into the locker room to freshen up, but stopped as soon as he saw who was standing there. “What are you doing here Nayeon?” he declaimed “I came to see you, you looked so cool out there I couldn't just stay back” Nayeon said with a pout on her face as Jake's face scrunched up in disgust at her words.

Jake loves you. He loves you so much he never thought of cheating on you and he never will, but he also doesn't want to see you sad he knows you and nayeon have been best friends since you were in middle school so if he tells you how Nayeon is a liar, a fake friend, and how she keeps flirting with him, you'll probably be heart broken. And he has no problem comforting you if word ever comes out but he would rather die than be the reason for your and nayeon's friendship's downfall. He told Nayeon off many times but she only seems to get bolder everytime.

he stared at her for a while before he sighed “what do you not understand of ‘i'm not interested in cheating on y/n’? I do not like you and I never will, what makes you think I won't tell y/n about your acts” he heard her laugh “I'm her best friend did you forget? I can just tell her you're lying. Who do you think she'll believe? Her long time best friend that she knew since forever or some random guy she started dating not long ago? I think we both know the answer to that so unless you want to lose y/n forever you better think twice before saying anything.” And that was the second reason why Jake was hesitant in telling you about nayeon's deceiving actions, he trusts you of course but it hasn't been long since you both started dating, you're still building each others trust so he won't blame you if you believe Nayeon over him but he would rather not lose you.

He felt frustrated with everything, especially with himself, he knows he's not the one in the wrong but he still blames himself for this continuing, if he just had the courage to tell you about it he wouldn't have to deal with this situation almost every day. With his anger and frustration building up he was seconds away from taking it all out on Nayeon but he held himself back and tried calming himself down “get out.” he heard her snicker before she started walking out.

Once he was left all alone he finally let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, and suddenly remembered his promised date with you, he freshened up in a hurry and ran to the school entrance. When he arrived he saw you there with your back turned towards him with no sign of nayeon “hey babe!” Jake said with a kiss on your cheek “hii! you looked so cool I couldn't wait for you to finish” even tho it's been 4 months since Jake made you his you never failed to make him feel flustered and feel butterflies in his stomach just like when he used to and still have a crush on you but it's not like he's complaining about it, he chuckled before he replied “so are you ready for our date?” he pulled you to his car feeling excited to finally spend some time with you alone “yes! Where are you taking me?”

“It's a secret” he laughed.

- 2 weeks later -

Your school's basketball team has just won the year's tournament which means the basketball captain, Heeseung, will be throwing a big party to celebrate their win, which also means nayeon trying to force you to go. It's not like you hate parties. You went to a lot of parties when you and Jake started dating in your first month but they're not really your vibes. “please, please, please just this once go with me” you heard nayeon whine and beg over and over “you know it's not really my type of thing, and I don't even have a dress ready and the party is tonight” you saw nayeon's eyes light up already dreading what she's about to say knowing you don't have any more excuses “I have the perfect dress for you to wear!” You sighed and huffed “okay fine.” nayeon hugged you and started rambling about how you're the best.

as you and nayeon arrived to the party, you tried searching for jake since he's apart of the basketball team of course he'll be here and that's when you both made eye contact and saw him make his way to you but before you can say anything to him nayeon cut you off “hi Jake! congrats on your win” she hugged him and you felt a bit off about her action.

this is normal right? they're friends… and friends hug it's totally normal.. right?

maybe if these rumors that have been going on for quite some time about your boyfriend and best friend you wouldn't have these thoughts, and you felt bad to think they'll do this to you they're your closest people they wouldn't hurt you… right?

your thoughts went into a halt as you saw Jake was talking to you, you smiled and congratulated him about his win and gave him a peck on the lips before Jake smiled and said “I'll go get us drinks okay?” you nodded before your best friend said she'll need to use the bathroom, so here you are now alone in the middle of the party waiting for them to come back before one of your friends, Yunjin, comes up to you and greets you.

as you were both talking you felt your boyfriend and best friend take a lot of time to come back even though you wanted to trust them that they won't ever hurt you in any kind of way, you couldn't help but go check up on them, with the thought of them being alone in a room. Just like how you heard the rumor, you told Yunjin to wait a bit before you left her to go to the drink aisle to try and find your boyfriend.

as you got there you saw a group of people gathering around something, even tho you wanted to keep searching curiosity got the best of you and you decided to make your way through the crowd while pushing around the crowd you kept hearing stuff like “I told you they were together” or “omg you saw them kiss right? So the rumors are true after all” when you finally made it your eyes widened at the scene In front of you.

your best friend, nayeon, on the ground and your boyfriend, Jake, standing right at her feet looking like he's about to hit her. You made eye contact with nayeon and you saw her smirk before she got up and got a hold of Jake's collar and smashed his lips against hers, you felt your heart slowly break, it's like you could hear it break into tiny, tiny pieces. What hurts is that they're the two people you trust the most but what hurts more is the fact you saw the sign but stayed in denial because you didn't think your favorite people would betray you just like that.

When Jake pushed away from nayeon he was about to walk away from her but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing in front of him, though the crowds voice is very loud Jake felt like he couldn't hear anything right now, he wanted to do a lot of things all in the span of one minute. He wanted to make nayeon pay for this, he wanted to pull you into him, he wanted to apologise for this big BIG misunderstanding, he wanted to yell at himself for not seeing this coming, but he couldn't do any of this when he couldn't feel his legs anymore.

you felt your eyes tear up, pools of water felt like they're about to burst out of your eyes any second now the longer you stared at Jake, you quickly turned around ready to bolt out of here, to get back into the comfort of your apartment and just let go of this overwhelming feeling, but it all stopped when Jake grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

“y/n it isn't what it looks like, please—” you cut him off not ready to listen to anything right now, your brain feeling like it could shut down from everything “i saw it with my own eyes, don't you dare lie to me” you yelled “no, it's a misunderstanding, just let me take you home and explain please.” you couldn't hold back your tears anymore and just let everything out you wanted to scream, shout, yell, cry, and cry, and just cry till you couldn't anymore you kept hoping that this is all just a big nightmare and none of it is true.

you were about to respond to Jake when suddenly you heard the last voice you wanted to hear right now “jakey! baby why did you leave so suddenly, come on let's go home, you said you'll sleep over tonight.” nayeon said while looking at you smirking.

nayeon didn't want to do this to you. But you made her do it, she loved Jake first, she was supposed to be the one in your place, everytime you and Jake hung out with her she felt like she could tear you to pieces, you stole Jake from her. So she's gonna steal him back, while making you feel just like how she felt even if it meant losing you, at least she'll get back what was supposed to be hers from the start.

“Would you fuck off nayeon, you've already did enough can you stop with your fucking lies.” Jake yelled but you couldn't even listen to them when all you wanted was to leave, so when they were both arguing you took the chance to get out of the party before you felt like collapsing from the lack of oxygen, you took an uber and went straight to your apartment not able to deal with anything right now.

As you made your way home, you felt your legs giving up on you once you got in, now that you're in your home with all the lights turned off, your makeup ruined from all the crying you did from heeseung's house to your apartment, and the tears still spilling you started thinking of everything. How you should've listened to the rumors, you should've seen it all coming…but why though.

Were you not enough for Jake, did you do something to upset nayeon, maybe the only reason Jake dated you was because he wanted to get closer to nayeon and now that they're alone at the party they were probably laughing at your stupidity. “fuck.. why am I such an idiot.” was the last thing you said before you stopped overthinking, you didn't have the energy to get to your bed so you found yourself making your way to the couch and closed your eyes.

It's been one week since you've gone to school, you went back to your parents house to take a small break from everything that happened and since you knew you don't have the heart to confront Jake or nayeon so you took your time and thought of everything at your parents house.

Jake couldn't take this anymore, he needed to fix this, asap. He tried so many things, he tried going to your apartment knocking on your door day and night hoping you'll open up and listen to him but you didn't even open the door or showed any signs that you're at home, he tried texting you, calling you, emailing you, but all of it was in vain, he even waited In front of your classes but all he heard from your classmates is that you didn't come today.

As he was making his way to the school entrance Jake just wanted to get back home, he wanted the day to end even though it just already started. He knows if he shared his thoughts with anyone right now they would call him dramatic and that he should just move on, but how can he move on when you have his heart, his soul, and his mind, he can't go on with his day without thinking about you.

When he was about to walk in front of your locker he stopped immediately when he saw you standing right there, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, and maybe it's all just a dream, or maybe he finally went crazy and he's hallucinating, but when he tried hitting himself you were still standing there taking out your books looking very beautiful while doing so— he stopped abruptly when he just realized you're finally In front of him he can finally talk to you and get everything back to normal.

He didn't waste any second as he bolted to your locker scared that if he wasted any more time you'll vanish, “y/n? It's really you, you look beautiful as ever.” He blushed when he noticed he said that out loud not being able to focus on anything right now other than you.

You wanted to laugh, Jake has always been like this. he would always say the most random things and you loved that about him but you held yourself back when you remembered what you went through last week and it was all because of him and nayeon, you wanted to ignore him that was your plan from the start to tell him to leave you alone and never see his face again.

But your mind felt blank, forgetting everything you wanted to say when you looked at him. The effect Jake has on you will never be explainable; he can just make you weak in the knees by doing nothing. But you tried focusing again, not letting him take over your brain “Jake.. we need to talk.” You managed to say without stuttering over your words, “yes, right we need to talk” he was about to hold your hand to take you to the storage room nearby but you were much faster than him as you walked away.

He followed behind you getting ready for things to get back to normal, to get you back in his arms, where you belong. You were about to speak but he cut you off “look… what ever you saw at the party it was all a misunderstanding I promise, please I was going to tell you about nayeon but I didn't have it in me to ruin your friendship, I know she means alot to you so I let her do what she wanted I thought she'll stop when she realizes i don't like her in that way, I didn't think she'll do something like that, I'm really sorry I felt nervous and scared that if I told you, you'll think I'm trying to ruin your friendship with nayeon and you'll believe her over me, I didn't want to lose you, I'm really sorry.”

By now Jake was full on crying, his movements were slow as he was breathing fitfully, you couldn't process the new information that was given to you “ruin our friendship? Jake, you know I'm not like that if you just talked to me about it we could figure something out together… I didn't know you were going through all of that alone.” You felt confused, sad, frustrated, but especially mad. You were mad at yourself, if you took actions before maybe this wouldn't have turned out this way.

Jake felt better, he finally got out everything he wanted to say since the start of your relationship, he took your fingers in his hands, hesitant, trying to comfort you even tho he looks like he needs more comforting than you do right now, you laughed at his antics and walked closer to him holding his hand fully, you looked up at him looking at his puppy eyes “if you really are saying the truth… maybe, we can start again. I tried moving on from you but it seems much harder than I thought when my mind is occupied with you 24/7” he giggled at your confession feeling giddy “I guess we both have something in common.”

he hooked his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer you felt goosebumps all over your body with every touch you glanced at his lips, you leaned closer until you felt his soft, tender lips against yours. It felt familiar and gentle, you missed this.. you missed him your body felt like it could give up on you any second now, you felt Jake's hand ride up in your shirt as he kept pulling you closer, you gently tug at his collar to pull away for air when you suddenly heard him say “do you want me to stop?” you quickly shook your head and said “not really.. maybe the opposite, please.” he smiled at your response before pulling you back into the kiss.

it was almost the end of the school day when you pumped into nayeon, the minute she saw you she just kept laughing at you calling you pathetic which made the feeling of wanting to hit her more and more appealing, you glanced at her seeing her smirk reminding you of the day of the party

“why..?” She scoffed at your question and laughed “why? Are you for real? What don't you understand? Jake is mine, he should've been mine but you stole him from me so I'm taking back what you stole.” Oh, so that's what this is about “yours? If Jake was yours he would've chosen you, but he didn't. Kinda sad don't you think” you chuckled, nayeon was raging by now “you little bitch— I don't care, shut up” nayeon looked at you in disbelief.

“I should have seen it coming, but I didn't think we would argue over a boy.. at least tell me our friendship was real.” Nayeon laughed again, gritting her teeth “you’re so pathetic, if you want the truth no. None of it was real. I just befriended you because you looked lonely, I felt bad for you.” you felt a lump in your throat and your eyes tearing up but you held it all back not wanting to show a sign of weakness right now, you're done with this conversation “hah you're finally showing your true colors and they're an uglier shade than I wanted to believe, don't talk to me again, ever.”

You turned around and started walking away you heard nayeon scream your name but you just ignored her and went on, you're done with this chapter of life and you'll start a new chapter with Jake with nothing to come in your way, even if any obstacle comes in your and Jake's way you know you'll both figure out a way to get through it.

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